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Current Mood in One Gif

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

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Last night had been a plague of continuous nightmares and repeated awakenings to the point that Hana had left her slumbering roommates multiple times to seek escape elsewhere. She found herself wondering the night close by, feeling the grass under bare feet but avoiding the dense forest of her home. More than a few moments were on the porch, under the light that was created to guide her home from the previous walks and taking time to sketch. She even found herself in the kitchen at one point making carrot cake muffins with cream cheese frosting in the early dawn as others started to rise to start the day. It was all in hopes that she could tired herself out enough to have no dreams or at least try to do the things that relaxed her and made her happy. It had worked far later than she had hoped it would but at least she got a few precious hours of sleep before she heard Kate stir and begin to start her day.

She lay there, strongly debating if she should snuggle deeper into the mound of pillows and sheets to try and claim a few more moments of sleep or if she should admit defeat and start the journey of the day. Unfortunately, the decision was ripped from her as loud knocks echoed on the door to their room, with a statement from one of the Elders that they were all to meet in Sister Deborah’s office as soon as possible. Hana had an involuntary groan escape her as she kicked the sheets off of her, lazily dragging herself from bed to switch out her pajamas for a black crop top dappled with small yellow sunflowers and a pair of overall shorts. She didn’t even bother with shoes, just throwing on wacky patterned socks of bright colors and placing her hair in a messy bun instead of needing to take the time to style or brush it. She quickly took a moment to at least brush her teeth before making her way into the office, knowing for a fact that she wouldn’t be able to snag enough time for breakfast just yet or at all depending on what the Sister has to say.

Hana carefully maneuvered through the crowd of people, picking a random spot which she hoped would avoid too much a danger to her almost bare feet. It seemed that they were going to wait till the mass of new witches was accounted for which gave her a bubble of excitement but also a bit of dread. What could be so important that all of them were needed at one time? She bit her lip, wishing she had left her hair down to fiddle with but instead was clenching her fingers together as she waited. A movement of someone arriving next to her caught her eye as she glanced to the side to see exactly who it was only to freeze a bit. Caleb was one of the new people within their coven, one she didn’t know very well out of the small group of newest coven members but had seemed very nice in the few days she had been around him. She felt bad for her automatic nervousness around him and some of the others. It was like she became a mute around them who could only smile or just stuttered so bad that it became an embarrassment.

She still felt her fingers twitch with the urge to touch that face of his again like so many other times. It was a scar, nothing she could do now but it still pulled at her need to worry and touch. At least she hadn’t been dumb enough to do so yet or even ask about it. Hana felt that bright smile of his before she even exactly noticed it and felt her own smile pull to the corner of her lips in return. She quickly pulled her attention away, trying to focus ahead and wait for the meeting to begin but it seemed fate had other plans. Caleb greeted her with a cheerful ‘morning’ which had her moving her attention solely back to the man next to her. She felt her word trap in her throat for a moment, her mouth opening a bit but no words coming out until she stumbled out a small,”G-g-good morning.”.

Hana wanted to pat herself on the back for small accomplishments but that quickly deflated when she found herself much closer to Caleb as she had previously been. She blushed, knowing her was just leaning closer so he could whisper and have her hear but she couldn’t stop the reaction, nonetheless. She turned to lean closer to his ear and answered softly,”I-I’m not sure b-but it must be important f-for them to want us all at once.” It was barely even a moment later, that Sister Deborah began to speak, which had her removing herself from Caleb’s personal space and once more focusing on why they were all here. She didn’t know how she felt about vampires and didn’t even know how useful she could be other than maybe a few fighting moves or support but it didn’t mean she would run away or turn it down. She didn’t have much time to dwell on that though as a loud groan next to her which had her raising an eyebrow to Caleb at what that was about only to have an eyebrow raised to her which actually had her pathetically holding back a chuckle. It had helped fight off any nervousness that had tried to grip her again.

The groups and missions were assigned, each one the same goal but different locations. Hana considered herself lucky that out of the two groups she had gotten the shorter trip. It gave more opportunity to prepare at the location before nightfall and to get fully settled into the new surroundings. She wasn’t sure if they would start right away but at least it was choice or option. Calypso called to their group, saying she had the file and kind of taking the reigns as the leader. She listened to the details of the file and made a note to do a bit more research, maybe grab a book on vampires before they left. Who knows, might make for an interesting read on the way there. They agreed to meet up around 1:30 or at least no one seemed to object and it was better to be on the same page. It seemed that Calypso, Arken, and David had cars so they were at least easily covered there. She didn’t stick around the group long, working on packing up essential items like toiletries,clothes, and chargers.

Once that duffle bag was filled, all the regularly needed items for a trip, she started working on the not so needed items. Hana grabbed a backpack, playing in a few different pencils and art supplies for sketching, a book or two, some cards, iPod, headphones and other items to keep herself entertained. Sure, this was a mission but it was also a chance to see a place she had never been and maybe have a few good memories other than the nights filled with hunting vampires. Speaking of that, she knew she still needed to find some more information about them and get down to the armory to pack some useful weapons. It wouldn’t hurt to make some potions either or at least help a few others in their group make them since more hands were always a plus. Instead, she grabbed the half full backpack and headed for the kitchen to pack up some snacks as well as to get something to eat while she still could. This was going to be a long day, that was for sure.

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@Danvers

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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_{CHARITY GALA}

Goddess of Prosperity

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Lights streaked by, the city a blur as the breeze tussled her hair, the golden ringlets floating on the air from the open window and probably ruining any effort she had put into it to make it look presentable. A curl of a smirk fluttered on her glossy pink lips, the purr of the engine giving her a spark of joy as the car suddenly revved while she shifted gears, strappy heels flooring the acceleration without a care in the world. She glided over the streets like a skater on ice, not even the fear of being spotted to down her delighted mood as she knew luck was on her side. It was something she had never been without and she pitied those that didn’t have it in their lives. She understood sometimes a lack of luck is needed though, that the moment has to be right which is why she had tucked herself away from her pantheon. Timing is everything and it had not been time for them to begin to prosper or need the luck she could give earlier than this.

The murder of a god even one not of their own meant she was necessary. Her pantheon needed luck, even with all the skills and knowledge they possessed...they say there is nothing like a stroke of luck. If the odds are against you and no way out can be seen, then luck is what you hope for as the next solution. The goddess hoped that she could help tilt the scales in their favor a bit and that those of her pantheon would forgive her absence. Bun knew that it was slightly cruel to leave them wondering about if she was alive or lost as many others. Just a handful knew she still graced this world with her presence, the single one from her own pantheon being Mercury and that had been a simple coincidence. She had chalked it up to a Roman in need being close enough while needing her luck which instinctively caused a tug to bring her there even if she thought it was of her own desire. It was another reason she drifted from them. Chains and bonds were never something she could manage, at least not in the past. It’s probably why Jupiter had outgrown her when he was younger and why her heart hadn’t broken at their parting. She couldn’t find a reason to want to be held back from doing anything she desired. After all, the world is a stage and a stage is a world of entertainment.
If she wanted it, she worked to have it. When she was done, then she moved on.

Bun found life to be simple in that way or maybe she just hadn’t found the right challenge. No one to make her want to continue sticking around. Well, maybe that wasn’t entirely true...a few had potential in the drive to make her keep coming back but nothing she could count as solid yet. She was interested to see just how those events would turn out but for now, she only had one event in mind. Tires screeched to a stop at the red carpet and a flood of flashing lights, the smell of burning rubber in her wake as she knew she had left a permanent mark of her existence on the pavement. She opened the door before anyone could step in to assist and stepped out with a toss of hair over her shoulder. She strutted around the hood of her baby, lightly grazing her finger tips over what some might find as obnoxious green but happened to be the best color that was ever created. A valet shuffled quickly to her aid but found himself fumbling to catch keys as Bun tossed them over her shoulder and into the air as she passed by. ”Thanks sweetie, I’ll be back by later. Oh, and I don’t mind if you have yourself a joy ride. Everyone should live a little, right?”, she said with a wave and a wink before making her way through.

It was a blessing in disguise that none of the reporters knew exactly who she was so she didn’t even get stopped on her red carpet arrival. The pictures were plenty and so would the rumors but she could care less about what they thought. If anything, the mortals finding out about her attending a charity event would be beneficial for her image and the company. Her heels clicked against the white floor, the gold fabric of her dress lightly dragging as she made her way inside and took in the arrangement and stylistic choices of the party. It was beautiful but nothing to what she could have done with it. It made her almost miss when she would throw wonderful banquets for the gods and use the cornucopia to its fullest potential instead of having to hide it. She snagged the last drink on a tray as it passed by, tossing it back as she made her way to the bar. Another waiter passed by conveniently for her to deposit the empty glass just as she needed it. She scanned the area as she entered, looking for anyone familiar and felt fairly disappointed for a split second before she finally stopped a familiar Celt by the bar. Bun made her way over, slipping up behind them while whispering in his ear, ”I really hope one of those glasses is for me, Aangy.”

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@KZOMBI3

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

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She was a bit startled by the appearance of Charlie, but couldn’t hold back a smile at the muffled hello that was produced through a mouthful of pancake. Hana thought he was just being polite and acknowledging her, that he would be on his way but was pleasantly surprised that he instead started a conversation. This was the second person in a group of people that usually just left her to her own devices instead doing the opposite which was kind of nice but also extremely nerve racking. At least they weren’t complete strangers like some of the others. ”I don’t think w-we have actually spoken before even though we have both b-been around the coven a long time. I got placed with Cass and Kate. Cass is completely sweet and wonderful, we have known each other for a while so I’m not too worried about her. Kate, she seems nice but I-I get the feeling she might not like me much. I am sure it will be fine. I’m sorry you are having a bit of trouble with Jean-Luc b-but it is a bright side that Jeremy seems nice. H-He i-is n-new, right?”, she said, rubbing her arm and feeling more nervous by the end. She hated that new people made her feel slightly paranoid and nervous. The last thing she wanted to be was rude when fully introducing herself to nice new people.

She didn’t have a chance to hear what Charlie’s reply was though as Arken popped out of one of the summer assignment rooms and greeted them good morning. ”Morning, Arken. I’m fine, thank you for asking. I...actually decided to skip breakfast this morning.”, Hana figuring that was the nicest way to explain the situation she had felt earlier. It was interesting watching these two interact with each other and how at ease Arken seemed to be around his friend. Her thought pattern died the instant he winked, her face lighting up bright red as she glanced behind her to check if anyone was there which only made her blush worsen when no one was. It took her a moment to process that it wasn’t a wink at her, he was winking but it was to let her in on teasing Charlie by snatching some breakfast from his plate. She couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, her blush fading once she realized he was just being kind and a soft smile made its way to her face instead.

Hana was thankful she had bumped into these two, her mood already brightening. ”Yes, I have met them. C-Charlie and I were just talking about that. I haven’t settled in yet, I was just headed to my permanent room here to move some of my needed items to the shared assignments for the summer and maybe do a bit of decorating.”, she answered. It was going to be a bit strange moving rooms and being with others but it should be fun. It would make her feel more of something which wasn’t a bad thing. She would just try not to step on anyone’s toes and see how things ended up tomorrow or maybe tonight. The camping thing hasn’t gone perfect or even close to planned but she had still met a new acquaintance and had become a full witch of the coven. Just because things didn’t go as planned didn’t mean something amazing couldn’t happen. Life always has a way to surprise you. She would just keep going with the flow and roll with the punches.

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@KaijuBaragon@Infinite Cosmos

Current Mood in One Gif

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

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Hana felt extremely awkward as Rebecca joined them on the porch, not because of the girl herself but more so that she suddenly felt like the third wheel or being privy to a conversation she should not be a part of. She tried to ignore the feeling and knots in her gut as she looked to Strath, watching him pick at the nuts she had placed down for him with a soft smile. She felt her heart drop, her palms feeling sweaty and shaky as Kate talked about wishing to see her familiar again. She glanced at her before placing her attention back to Strath, feeling a bit guilty. Many believed the raven was her familiar as they got along so well and he kept coming back to her but she had never done the spell to make him one. In truth, she was just his mother but she could see someone else feeling lonely or assuming could get the wrong idea and be even more upset with having the bird around.

She suddenly didn’t feel very hungry and set her plate aside, pulling out a stick of gum from her pocket. Hana carefully unwrapped it, popping the stick into her mouth to chew while her fingers got to work on the wrapper. Once she was finished, she presented a small silver origami crane to her raven companion, the shiny paper instantly catching his eye. He looked at it only a moment before taking it and zooming off. Probably to add it to his nest and collection. She swung herself off of the railing, prepared to leave when Kate asked a question. She wasn’t really sure if it was meant for Rebbeca, her, or both of them but it felt rude not to answer. ”Honestly, I-I’m not sure. The Elders have kept most of that information to themselves. I-l can only assume we will be broadening the horizons of our magic a-and learning to get along even if it is only to play nice or try to work as a team. I doubt they would force friendships but i-it would be impossible that none of us start to make them.” Hana bit her lip, not adding in the fact that maybe Summer just needed someone to give her a chance.

If everyone was against you then what was the point of being anything but what everyone expects. She didn’t think anyone could be all bad. She shook her head, grabbing her plate and heading inside. She didn’t really feel hungry anymore and went straight to the kitchen, tossing her barely touched breakfast into the trash. It looked as though multiple groups had been formed at the table. Some people she knew were newer faces and some were a little more known but barely. Hana wasn’t sure she wanted to join in and play introductions when she felt so lousy. She would just say hi to them another time or later. Who was she kidding? She probably would end up avoiding them just like she did most strangers. They made her nervous and then she would spill nonsense out of her mouth or clam up all together. She felt herself sigh heavily, deciding it would be easier on herself and others if she just started to move her things from her room to the new one she would be sharing over the summer and made her way up the stairs.

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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_{CHARITY GALA}

Hathor & Julie

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Tonight should’ve been the best night in Julie’s life. She would’ve danced with Alex. Drunk champagne that costs more than she earned in two weeks and maybe even exchange a few words with Leona herself! Instead she sat on a stool at the bar. The platinum white Aeon dress somehow felt off on her, even though it was a gift from the company itself. She wanted to let the gentle flow of music relax her. Instead she felt only emptiness. A pit in her stomach that seemingly nothing could fill. She just kept sipping the white martini in front of her, having nursed it for almost an hour now. Worst of all was that it felt like she couldn’t leave. Not when she was invited. Not as a photographer even. She was invited as a guest.

“What’s a girl like you doing alone at the bar?” Someone said from behind her. Before she knew it someone, a man, put his hand on her bare shoulders. Sending a jolt through her and forcing her to turn and throw off the touch. “Oh dear, smile! Those sad eyes really don’t look good on you.”

Her sad look did change, but into a frown. “Go away.” She said, softly. Hoping it would be enough as she turned around to face the bar again.

Instead the man sat beside her. He was old and round and somehow smaller than she was. “I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks and the lady will…” he gestured at Julie. She just sipped her drink. “Right.” The old man said. The barkeeper was smart enough to walk away to just fix up the whiskey. “You know most people would be elated to be talking to me. Do you have any idea who I am?” He said, as he somehow tried to push out his chest and look bigger than he was.

Julie couldn’t care who he was. In truth, if she encountered Leona she probably wouldn’t be able to summon up that spark that she always felt when looking at her dresses. All her friends had said it would pass. That she’d find someone worthy of her. But Alex felt worthy. He had his flaws. She knew that, she had accepted them. But when it counted he was sweet and caring and always there for her. Even when she didn’t even expect it. The memories flooded in again as she tried to fight the tears. How was she still not cried out about him!?

“Oh honey, no need to cry. I know you probably got me confused with just some schmuck who didn’t belong here but in truth I’m really a forgiving man.” The round guy beside her said, as he suddenly put his hand just above her knee.

Julie jolted from the touch again and slapped it away. “Please. Leave.” She said firmly as she looked the man straight in the eyes. Her will clashing with his. She wouldn’t give in. No matter how low she felt now.

Tlaz and her had been some of the first few to actually entertain the dance floor after one or two drinks were down the hatch, giving them even more reason to let loose. They laughed and spun each other about, moving and swaying to the beat of the music. Her friend was proving an excellent distraction, pulling her attention from the crowd so she didn’t search through the faces. She was finally feeling more confident than the nervous mess from before and honestly felt like she could take on the world. She was a goddess and just needed to remind herself of that from time to time when she felt powerless. She could still pick herself up and brush off embarrassment or whatever the fates decided to place in her path, but one more drink might not hurt. ”Hey, I’m going to grab myself another drink. I’ll snag one for you too so don’t wander off or I’ll come searching for you!”, Hathor smiles bright, easily making her way through the crowd.

She gracefully hopped up onto one of the many bar stools, waiting for the bartender to realize she was there or snag their attention as they passed. Her obsidian gaze drifted down the bar as she remained patient but still needed some form of entertainment. It seemed there was quite the number of groups gathered at the bar, some more rowdier than others or loud talkers which reminded her of the good old days. There were a few that just looked content or were lounging nearby as she was but her eyes stopped on a certain sorrow filled face which was on the edge of tears. She could never stand it when women cried. It pulled at the very fabric that made her what she was and called on her to smooth as well as protect. Hathor found herself concerned on why anyone would be upset at such an occasion when she noticed the older portly man getting a little too touchy feely.

It seemed as though he wasn’t taking a hint that the woman was not interested. How he couldn’t see the ‘fuck off’ sign clearly written on her features was beyond her but he either wasn’t taking no for an answer or just didn’t care as he seemed to get into the woman’s personal space again even after being slapped away. Hathor had no idea what the man was saying currently but at this point she could care less because she had already decided he had outstayed his welcome. She swiftly removed herself from her seat, taking a confident stride past multiple guests who naturally moved aside either due to a sense of self preservation or because they didn’t wish to be rude. Either way, she found herself behind the older man in question and gripped down harshly on the man’s shoulder, making sure to snag one of the pressure points while she was at it.

He made out an almost strangled cry of surprise as she held him in a bruising grip but she pretended not to notice his shocked stare. An overly sweet smile was on her features, obviously showing her suppressed rage at the man currently in her gasp. ”Honey, I’m so sorry I was late. I hope I didn’t worry you.”, Hathor said in a gentle tone as one would a lover, letting go of the male mortal in favor of wrapping an arm around the waist of the female. Her heated glare locked onto the older man, her tone switching to something more serious with a hint of danger as she spoke once more to issue her disguised threat, ”This gentleman wouldn’t be bothering you would he? I would hate to have to cause a scene or perhaps have a personal discussion with the holder of this event and explain that one of his guests doesn’t understand the meaning of the word harassment.”

At first Julie didn’t know what happened. One moment the man seemed unrelenting, the next he looked as if the newly arrived woman had severely bruised his ego. Then there was a hand on her hip and she turned stiff with fear. What had she gotten herself into? But soon she realized it was the new woman’s hand who embraced her. Julie let out a slight sigh of relief knowing she wouldn’t have to fend off another man. “I-I-“ Her eyes looked the man over. Gods she didn’t recognize him, but if he was in the fashion industry her career might just have ended.

“We’re fine here, thank you.” The man said, but noticed the hand on Julie’s hip then. With a grunt and huff he gave both ladies a nod and walked away. Out to find another young thing he could convince for the night.

When he left, all tension escaped Julie as her posture almost collapsed. “Oh gods.” She said, somehow a little breathless. “Thank you for that.” She then managed to get out with a meek voice. “I didn’t think he would’ve left me alone if you didn’t appear.” She quickly wiped away the tears that were in her eyes, but it didn’t do anything to brush away the obvious sadness where elsewise a bright spark should be, and held out her hand. “I’m Julie.” She said, trying to sound as happy as she could under the circumstances. Only now did the mortal get a good look at her savior. She was stunning! Something entirely different. Yet somehow… a little familiar?

She let her arm drop back to her side once the portly prick was out of view and took it upon herself to steal the seat he had just vacated. Hathor smiled gently at the blonde mortal and shook her head, ”No thanks needed, I’m happy to help anytime. I find some men just don’t take no for an answer and just need some encouragement to take a hike. Women have to stick together after all and I’m used to dealing with his kind at work when I have to.”. She noticed the bartender holding a whiskey on the rocks, looking confused as to what happened to the one who ordered it. She easily pulled out the amount needed and held out her hand for the drink as she wasn’t one to let good whiskey go to waste and a drink was what she had been looking for in the first place before coming to the other woman’s rescue.

She was eagerly about to have her first sip, glass already to her lips when her newest companion introduced herself causing pause in Hathor’s movements. A flash memory of guilt and heartbreak hit her as she slowly put her glass down to look over at Julie, the sadness behind her smile making her gut drop as she had a sneaky suspicion on who this might be. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you, Julie. I’m Yasmin.”, she replied, placing her hand in the one offered to give a small shake before moving it back to play with the rim of her glass. How did she manage to have such rotten luck? Why did she keep having to deal with Ares and the problems he left in his wake? She should just walk away, take her drink and head back to Tlaz as it wasn’t her problem but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Why did she have to be like this? Hathor gave a sigh, taking a sip of whiskey before turning to face her new companion. ”So, what has you on the verge of tears when we are at such a spectacular event? You don’t have to answer but I find talking about a problem can do a world of good and strangers can’t really judge or give you the typical advice.”

“Is it that obvious?” Julie said, trying to make it sound like a joke. But Yasmin’s acknowledgement of her state only made her feel worse really. Quite shamefully she looked down at her martini. She realized she really, really didn’t want to drink tonight. It would only get her in trouble and clearly it wasn’t easing her pain. So she put the glass on the counter and pushed it away. She took a deep breath, though almost felt a sob break through, to muster her courage. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. It was as if her own thoughts didn’t even want to say it all out loud. Again. “I’m sorry.” She quickly said as she took another deep breath. “A guy…” Terrible start. “No I mean there was someone…” Worse. “I got broken up with.” Saying it out loud felt like someone was squeezing her heart as she felt a tear fall from her eye. “I’m sorry. I know it’s stupid. I just… I love him. And I really thought he loved me too.” Her lip was almost quivering. “And then he just…broke up with me. Just suddenly.” He looked horrible that evening as well. Beaten and bruised. That in and of itself wasn’t strange for Alex from time to time. But that night he looked worse than ever before. She wiped the tear away, not really caring that it was ruining her make-up. “And I don’t know if I’ll find someone like him again.” She finally dared to look up at Yasmin. A woman who was so much more than she. Especially now she felt herself pale compared to her.

Hathor held her gaze, feeling whispers of that clawing guilt and heartbreak she had personally experienced for the woman before her and shoved it back. ”It isn’t stupid to mourn the loss of your relationship. I can say that sometimes people leave not because they don’t love you but because they do, just not in the way you deserve to be loved even if you cannot see it from where you are standing now. What is that saying, if you love something then you should set it free? I can offer some positive news that you will find someone again, maybe not like him because no two people are alike but you will find someone that will make you forget what you saw in him because they will be that much more in your eyes.”, she said gently, being completely honest. She knew from experience that the heart moved on, it just took time to do so. It took time to mourn what was and the future that wouldn’t be so you could look to something better and someone better. ”I promise you will be alright.”, Hathor added.

Yasmin’s words were true and full of wisdom. Anyone should listen to them and follow her advice. But not Julie. She couldn’t. Many already told her that she would find someone. That there were many fish in the sea. That any guy would be lucky to have her. She couldn’t see it though. To her there was only one Alex in the sea and she lost him. Somehow. And while the stunning woman sitting beside her was right, Julie felt how she turned away slightly. Her eyes drawn to her drink that the barman luckily hadn’t taken away yet. Like a crystal ball she looked into it, believing that if she wanted it hard enough, she could see him again in it. “He was supposed to be my Ares.” She muttered, mostly to herself. Gods how she wanted to use his real name. But the second she said it she realized her mistake. For a split second her eyes grew big, before she pushed the panic down again. Quickly she turned to face Yasmin again. “Alex, I mean Alex.” She said with a smile, trying to play it off as a joke. And of course it was a joke, or Ares was just a playful nickname.

She was a bit shocked by Julie’s words and the nervousness in her actions after saying the name Ares which did confirm her suspicions but Hath instead played it cool, taking another sip of her drink. She couldn’t say how much Ares had told her or if it was something she had overheard before assuming it was a nickname. Instead, she would continue to give her last piece of advice for someone struggling. ”It’s natural to not believe me. I’m not saying that you should move on this second. I’m saying to allow yourself to sit in the moment and feel what you feel. Let time heal your wounds and let your thoughts settle before you make a decision on where to go next. I used to be with someone I loved with all my heart. I thought we were made for each other. That our souls were intertwined and our hearts one puzzle piece to another.”

She paused, rolling the ice around in her glass as she stared in a daze, pulling some pleasant memories along with her most painful ones. “He left me, not even giving me so much as a warning while he tossed away all the years we had spent together. I knew I should have been furious...I was told that I would find someone better but all I wanted was him. I had longing for what was and honestly, it just made everything hurt so much more. I would hate for anyone to have to go through that. I would not wish it on my worst enemy. Longing and being stuck in what was while everyone moves on to find their own happiness is agony. Sometimes we think someone is meant for us when fate has a different plan. We can either greet it or run from it…..happiness or suffering.” Hathor stated, pushing her empty glass away from her and resting her chin on her palm while waiting for the bartender to return so she could snag Tlaz the drink she had promised. If her friend had already drifted away from where she left her than at least that would mean another for herself. Though, maybe she should slow down since she was getting overly talkative which Tlaz had joked about on the ride there.

Julie couldn’t help but feel as if the woman’s story mirrored her own. How she felt that they were made for each other. That their hearts were entwined. Somehow that was the most comfort anyone had given her so far: to tell her this wasn’t the first time it happened. That she wasn’t alone in experiencing this, whatever this horrid feeling was. Though it also made her feel a little pale as well. Especially when Yasmin had described the suffering and pain she went through because she didn’t let go. It felt like a warning, or perhaps prophecy? She didn’t want to think about it so she turned her thoughts back to

“Whoever he was-“ Julie said, somewhat mimicking Yasmin’s long stare towards the inside of the bar. “He’s an idiot for leaving you. I mean that, even though I just met you. You’re smart, you’re beautiful.” There was a hint of non-malicious envy there for Julie. “And I hope you’ve found someone else.” Though she had that one, nagging question kept popping up in her mind. If one suddenly left with barely a reason, why wouldn’t another? “I hope you’ve found someone who doesn’t just suddenly… leaves.”

”That is kind of you to say.”, a genuine smile lighting up her face at Julie’s kind words and also to her amusement about Ra being called an idiot. Hathor could see why Ares liked her so much and cared for her. She felt her smile soften, a probably love sick and dreamy look to her features as she spoke, ”Not someone that I can call my own, but yes, I have found someone I wish to give my heart to completely. If he accepts me, I won’t let myself fear if he shall leave me or not. I won’t let fear corrupt me in such a way. I wouldn’t really be giving us a chance if I’m already doubting him from the beginning. I have to trust that things will not happen as they did before and even if they do, I already survived it once and fell in love again. That’s the thing about love, it’s abundant. You always have people who will care about you, be there for you, and to love you.”

Again the words of Yasmin gave Julie hope. Hope that things will be better in the end. That she’d find someone else, maybe. Someday. Right now it still felt only a shimmering star in a sea of nothingness but her words made her remember a truly ancient saying. “īn nīz bogzarad.” It cleared her mind a little. Just enough to see that there were other things. “I guess I’ll just throw myself in my work for now though. Ride this feeling out.” If she ever could ride it out. Then an idea dawned upon her as she quickly swiveled around to face Yasmin. “Hey… I know this is straightforward but… would you ever want to model for me? You don’t need to like, give me a yes or no but if you ever want to, just give me a call!” And with that said she took out one of her cards she had made from her purse and handed it over to the woman. As she handed it over a frown suddenly grew on her face. She took her phone from her purse and looked at it. Her frown deepened. “I’m… sorry I have to… I have to go.” She said, as she looked up to Yasmin and her frown instantly vanished. Before Yasmin would be able to react Julie gave her a quick but firm hug while saying: “Thank you.” But then she shot off, away from the bar like an arrow released from a bow.

She took the card gingerly between her fingertips, playing with the edges as she thought about the offer. At least Julie wasn’t requesting an answer now, giving time to take into consideration everything that went with such an offer. Hathor knew Coco was a model and it did look like a fun thing to try even if just once. She had never done something like that before and it might be worthwhile to give it a shot. She didn’t have a moment to reply in any way though as the other woman was working on excusing herself. She was suddenly enveloped in a quick hug before she was alone once more. She chuckled lightly, flagging over the bartender to get Tlaz a drink and pulled out her purse to place the care inside. Once the drink was in hand, she made her way out of the bar and found herself searching the ballroom in a sea of people.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

Hey everyone,

Just an update, I just lost my grandma and will be gone a lot next week. I’m not sure how good of a shape I will be in to RP but I’ll keep an eye out if I need to post it will just take some time.

Current Mood in One Gif

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮

_{Jupiter's Charity Event}

Tlazōlteōtl & Hathor

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Daydreams flitted through the mind of the Aztec on a daily basis at this point. Between spilling her inner turmoil with Hathor and gaining insight and a major kick in the ass from Eros - even the hypocritical stance she took with Freya and not herself, culminated within her over the last few days. Laz was back in her groove and if she were so inclined to say, back on the prowl, because here she was sun kissed skin glowing in the fading rays of the sun as the giant began it's slow descent in the sky, making way for the moon to take her place among the dark backdrop.

Following in the advisory footprints left behind by her cherished promiscuous squad, Laz steeled herself to fuck Ares to get him out of her system. That must be the reason why he's been plaguing her thoughts as if she were Europe in the fourteenth century. But the lingering thought of how he still hasn't responded to her texts and calls was off putting and did a fantastic job of sending her red flags. More than once since Aphrodite's interference did the idea cross her mind; was it truly a mistake on his their parts? Probably.

A roll of her eyes paired with a light scoff had her peeling herself from her mind. No sense in dwelling on things that may not even occur. _{'He's not even going to be there. More pressing matters calls for his attention. Besides, he can stand the Romans about as much as they favor the Greeks.'} Once more her mind wandered instead of to the news about a god's demise it danced to flashes of the mortal woman. Julie. Even uttering the name brought a sickness to her gut she would rather not repeat. And so, she presses on and ignores the both of them, attempting to focus on the entertainment she was likely to be graced with this evening.

Nerves were cleansed from her as she inhaled and continued with preparing for the event. Gilted champagne, embellished and ornate, clung to her figure as if she rose from a sparkling fountain, pooling around her feet. The way it hugged her, exuding an appeal that could only be rivaled by that of the divine feminine herself. Accents of bronze and jade decorated her fingers and wrists, a pleasant accent against the warmth of her skin. Her sanctuary was one of intimacy and she tried to hold on to that sensation as she grabbed her bronze clutch and began her trek to the waiting Jaguar XJ sitting idly in front of her home. Once she slipped into the back seat of the luxury model she shot a text to her date for the evening, fully expecting tonight to be a night of excitement.

To: Hath✨
heading your way now. make sure to be ready

The chime of her phone caused a painfully nervous tug in her gut albeit a completely irrational one but one that had been happening repeatedly for the last week or so nonetheless. She should have turned off the ringer but couldn’t bring herself to follow through on doing so. It had been bad enough that for a few days she had had to hide and heal from the fight with Ares and within that time she had not even wanted to think on how the God of War decided to proceed with his future. She wanted him to make the right decision but it wasn’t like she was close enough with him to decipher how he thinks or acts. She didn’t know if Ares was keeping their fight a secret or not and he had the same amount of damage to heal if not more than she had but that was only a part of what made her feel nervous. She didn’t feel guilty, he had deserved it in her mind but she didn’t want others her pantheon to be disappointed in her actions and for losing such control. If that hadn’t all been enough to make her feel nervous, she had done something extremely stupid. It had been to her utter embarrassment that the morning after the fight she had learned about making a call while drunk, and not just to anyone...no, it had to be Hades’ name she saw on her screen. Do you think she remembered any of what she had said? Nope, not a clue.

Hathor had been actively avoiding him because of this and had been wondering what she said to him during this time. Not knowing what she had said was eating her heart and causing doubt but she was going to have to face it head on. She had made a promise to herself, that she would take a step tonight even if it was a small one. Tlaz was right that day. She couldn’t stay like this. She couldn’t stay stuck at the crossroads like a coward either. Just because she had been hurt before didn’t mean it would happen again. If it did, she would cross that road when she got there. She hadn’t been alone when her heart was crushed the first time and she wasn’t alone now. It was that thought which drew away her nervousness and graced her features with a determined look as she took a once over in the mirror, taking in her reflection causing a confident smile to paint on her lips. ’I can do this.’, she thought, picking up her phone and finally reading the text from Tlaz before responding.

To: Tlaz
I’ll be waiting~

A quick toss of her phone into her clutch and she found herself out the door, waiting on the porch to her place and ignoring the looks given to her as mortals passed by. Hathor didn’t know exactly the car she was looking for but she figured that Tlaz wouldn’t keep her wondering long. It had been a fabulous idea to go together and even a more fabulous idea to get an Uber since she might need a little liquid courage when she got there and depending on the situation, Tlaz might need it for a whole different reason. She had continued to hope that her beating some common sense into Ares might get him to get his shit together and fix things but no commotion happening in the passing time, it seemed that he had decided either to take a slow pace to correct the issue, chickened out and thus missing out, or maybe was still in misery because of a break up with his mor...Julie and needed some time. It wasn’t looking good in any case. Tonight wasn’t about him though, she had to remind herself of that and be there for Tlaz.

In no time at all the sleek black Jaguar was pulling up to the curb. A lavish sight befell Tlazōlteōtl as she peered out the back window, rolling down the tinted glass to call out to the Egyptian, "Hey there gorgeous, need a lift?" a wiggle of her well plucked brows had the both of them doubling over with infectious laughter. It wasn't that it was particularly humorous, more so that it was the pace with which the evening was going to follow. Glitzed and glammed up with a splash of carelessness. It was time for them, all of them, to enjoy the moment. Throw caution to the wind. No talk of the god killer or of any more death and destruction, unless of course it's in the form of sexual nature.

As soon as the coiled head of hair slipped into the plush leather seats beside the Aztec she voiced these thoughts to her. After exchanging a strong and warm embrace. "Our time of cutting loose is past due," and with an acknowledgement to the driver they were pulling away from the front of the quaint home and on their way to their nightly adventure.

"So," Laz wasted no time in turning her amber gaze to her companion's. Hands resting atop one another, nerves were soaring from the both of them, that much she could tell. "Where have you been? You haven't been avoiding me have you?" Her tone was light and teasing.

”Avoiding you? I wouldn’t dream of it. I have just...had a lot of things on my mind.”, Hathor answered, giving her companion’s hands a soft squeeze for reassurance and a gentle smile to go with it. She wasn’t completely lying. She did have a lot on her mind and Tlaz wasn’t exactly why she had been avoiding. It did make her feel guilty that she had even questioned it, teasing or not. It would be difficult to explain all that had happened and Ares’ feelings were not hers to tell, no matter how much she wanted to spill every bit of information she had gained from her showdown. Perhaps she might speak up one day, but not tonight and not anytime soon. It was one of those times where holding your tongue was the best you could do for another and their feelings. She wouldn’t give hope if Ares didn’t want to act.

”Would you believe I was wallowing in self pity because I did something extremely embarrassing and stupid?”Hathor asked, trying to steer the conversation a bit. It was the safer topic that had been plaguing her mind over the last week or more and honestly, she could use some support or beautiful lies that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. She had been feeling like she had plummeted her chances before she had even started to express her true feelings. It wasn’t going to stop her as she was determined to follow through but by the sands of Egypt, she hoped he didn’t ask or talk about that mishap.

The words struck something within her, a sense of curiosity at the very least, "Embarrassing you say... do tell, She of Many Names." An examination of her manicured nails was invitation enough for Hath to continue and indulge in the gossip of their lives. Day to day mortal-hood was tiring and lost its luster many decades ago. Simple, stupid things add a touch of spice to the otherwise abysmal boredom especially since there weren't any juicy sexcapades for Laz to reveal. Not yet at least. But the night was only getting started and she hoped to have many come morning light. "Does it have anything to do with a certain stoic investor of ours?" The telltale signs were there. She was nervous and flighty, something the goddess was not under any other circumstance. Only ever when it involved the Grecian Lord of the Underworld.

A tease of a smirk played on her lips while a light chuckle escaped her at Tlaz’s antics as she seamlessly worked to pull more gossip details from her about the subject. This is what she had been missing while hiding herself away. She missed having someone to talk to when she was a nervous ball of energy or frustrated beyond belief. Gossip also kept things lively and interesting instead of the mundane hub of life that sometimes could become lackluster. Hadn’t that been one of the key reasons she joined Tlaz business, because she had been bored in the rut she had placed herself in and was looking for a bit of excitement. It was nothing like the thrill of dodging the police but it had its own merit.

At the mention of their stoic investor, a blush lit up her cheeks as she placed her hands on her face to cover it before peeking out from behind her fingers with an embarrassed whine.”Why do you have to be so perceptive?”, Hathor asked with a pout before letting out a sigh and sinking more into the seat. She placed her hands in her lap, twiddling her fingers together and biting her lip. “But, yes, it does have to do with him unfortunately. I may or may not have been reflecting on our conversation about Ares and I may have let it get under my skin.”, she started, trying to figure out how to avoid the main reasons she started drinking before continuing,”And because I didn’t know who to talk to about it since it really isn’t anyone’s business… I might have gotten extremely drunk and called him.”

Hathor groaned, throwing her hands into her hair and gripping at the ends while looking at her friend with complete mortification. ”Laz, I have no clue what I said! I can’t remember no matter how hard I try! I don’t even know if I got his voicemail or not! The time stamp even says that it was a decent amount that I spoke.” she ranted, all of her fears from the last week boiling over and finally coming out. She had tried to be positive with herself, that there was no way she had said something bad. That there was no way she told him more than she should have or more than she was ready to admit. Now that she was with her best friend and saying it out loud, she didn’t feel so sure. What if she had messed? How would he act? What would she do?

"Get a hold of yourself, love." Laz' tone was firm but carried with it a tone of calmness. Something to ease her back down into a right headspace before rubbing between the Egyptian's shoulder blades, applying the right amount of pressure so as to help alleviate some of the tension she was most definitely experiencing. The muscles gave under dexterous fingers, relaxing from the masterful movements that danced across the skin. "Knowing you and your iron clad will, it couldn't have been much. Although... you have a mouth on you when you're sottished so who knows you might have made a complete fool of yourself," she punctuated the ending of her speech with a shrug. ”You’re awful! First, you tell me the beautiful lies I crave and then you speak blasphemy about my drunken form. Unbelievable.”, Hathor teased and bumped Tlaz's shoulder with a smile. It was always the same with the both of them. A form of banter that transcended the passages of time with which they have existed. A sisterhood that had been cultivated and allowed for the normally biting words spoken to be feathered out and tickle the humorousness within them. She doubted herself and her decision to razz on her friend, ultimately the poor decision won out and she went with it. Teasing Hathor into a good mood was better than her moping about on a night that is supposed to be enjoyed.

Chuckling through a heavy sigh the Aztec pushed through the walls Hathor was undoubtedly building back up. "Look love, you let loose and you did something stupid. We've all been there, tlacatl y teotl alike. Don't worry so much. We're gonna arrive at this event, drink the Romans under the table, _{cause Gods know I need it after the shit that's happened,} mingle with the other patrons and to top it all off, we're going to dance 'til the sun comes up!" The urge to boop her companion on the nose was too strong as she listed off their evenings activities. ”You know, you are absolutely right! Let’s make this a night to remember.”, she said happily, letting her thoughts and worries drift away and focus on the fun they would have. The sun kissed goddesses sat there beside one another like twins, curly mess of hair cascading like spiraling vines of the canopy. Their giggles, soon turned to laughter, filled the back of the cab they rode in, drowning out whatever tunes had been playing through the speakers. Something upbeat, if she recalls correctly.

The scenery blew by them as they were carried through the darkening streets towards the charity ball and Laz couldn't help but play potential endings of the night through her head as she sat there in the back of the luxury vehicle. There wasn't going to be anything that was going to come between the plans she had, for herself or for Hathor. One way or another, she and Hades were going to have fun together. A quick, cheeky glance and Laz was opening her mouth once more to tease her ikniutli, "If you need some alone time with lover boy, just give me the word and I'll conveniently find I have very important business to attend to. Maybe Diamond is late again? Who knows...". Hathor raised a brow before a gentle smile appeared at the lovely suggestion, ”That’s if I even get the chance to have a moment alone with him but I’ll keep your offer in mind should the opportunity arise.”

The ride is smooth and Laz thinks to herself they must be close. Pulling around the corner has her spotting the mod of mortals standing along the entrance, cameras flashing, notepads, tablets and phones at the ready for their latest dossier of the comings and goings of Seattle's elites. Tlazōlteōtl rolled her honeyed eyes into that pretty little skull of hers, she was sure she spotted the backside. Nevertheless, she was grateful that this life provided her with a little more privacy than previous identities before. A little bit of privacy here and there goes a long way when one is trying to coax the sin out the masses.

A whiff of roasted honey along with that sweet aroma of melting marshmallows trailed through the throng of people standing around the entrance. It was faint, and fading, the longer she stood outside, so when the two of them finally made it past the doors her senses were assaulted with a long sought after memory. The dragging of fingertips along the curve of her hip, dipping between the valley of her breast. A whisper of her name on his lips, lips that tasted the way crisp autumn felt. There was no mistaking the enormous amount of melancholia that swaddled her. Mouth suddenly went dry, she licked her lips and straightened her posture, subtly scanning the area though not achieving much. She had no idea what it was she was looking for. Or rather who. At least that's what she told herself. But even that was a pretty lie.

At this point Laz truly only had one thing on her mind and that was to grab a drink. Or ten. Just to start the night off right. It was one thing to have the weight of the Ares incident pressing down on her, which itself brought about a slight pinch in her brows with the impending thoughts of 'what ifs'. Now someone among them was a walking reminder of him, her tīcitl. Was there no end to the torment in sight? Drinking the gods under the table is right, tonight sin incarnate felt like she would be able to give Dionysus a run for his money. A restless grin found a home on her glazed lips, "C'mon Hath, the night is young, and we're looking to get laid."

Hathor laughed happily, a Cheshire grin stretched on her features as she spoke and gave Tlaz a light tug of her hand,”Laid or drunk and right now, the latter is looking more plausible so let’s go! Best way to get a party started is a drink in hand and don’t think you are getting out of dancing with me. Hoes before bros or something like that.” She curled her fingers with hers and gracefully weaved them through the crowds in a determined stride. Sure, there were those walking around and offering drinks but the bar was always the better option. It was also easier than having to track someone down for multiple drinks which she planned to snag before facing the crowd of elegance both immortal and mortal.

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_{collab @KZOMBI3 & @Akayaofthemoon | mentions: Ares & Joolie @Legion02, Eros @Icy Hot, Freya @Venus}