bad vibes don't go with my outfit

it’s as if her own issues have flown out the window at the sound of the familiar voice. she curses under her breath in korean and spins around, leaning her elbow against her knee as he torso twists to look at her superior. “ade- what are you doing out here?” she wipes at her face with the end of her very long sweater sleeve. the other is right: nothing about the town has been safe lately, and choosing to be out with the wolves probably isn’t the wisest of ideas. she’s only been in town for a few moons, but this one is more intense than the last - and the spirits constantly in rotation around her have made it very clear. now, though, their voices are muffled by the liquid courage running through her bloodstream.

the tears subside and brows furrow. “you shouldn’t be out here, there are wolves everywhere.”

“that’s what i thought,” she agrees on scrapping the idea. “they’re so lazy, but he’s been very helpful lately i just wanted to get him something to show my appreciation.” defining personality traits? griselda could list many off the top of her head. maybe it was just her, but there was more to say about the man in question than she could prattle off in a socially acceptable time. “he’s very….serious. a family man, for sure.”

it’s been a long time since she’s last let herself on a bender. she sits on the curb of main street, just outside a small dog park. the sun had set hours ago, when she had been wandering the streets with a thermos full of vodka. now, the thermos is empty. it quite fittingly matches the hollow feeling in her chest. she holds the thermos in her hands, which hang between her legs, and is gripping it tightly. her arms rest on her elbows and her head is bowed, out of defeat and a need to hide her tears from the ghosts crawling the street. 

the great thing about alcohol is that it makes the voices less pronounced. sometimes the quiet ones even disappear for awhile, as the liquor runs its course through her veins. she had come to salem because someone told her it was a safehaven for banshees. that she wouldn’t have to deal with so many voices here because of the magic protecting it. then the blackout took away her powers, and when they came back… it was as though someone turned off the filter on her powers. so many new spirits had arrived, and not all of them were benevolent. 

a shuffling from behind her jolts her out of her thoughts. she glances down at the watch on her right wrist: 1:36am. she releases a quiet sigh, not audible to anyone other than herself. now she can feel eyes on her. she sniffles and wipes the tears from her eyes before glancing over her shoulder. “are you here to kill me?”

“Loretta, dearest, we both know that if I were here to kill you then your reaction would be quite a bit louder,” Adelaide answered softly as she moved to sit beside her on the curb. It was a matter of fact reply since Addie knew exactly what her employee and friend was going through. She’d been looking out the window of her place above the record shop when she’d seen the figure. It hadn’t took long for her to know who it was she was seeing and she’d grabbed her shoes to make her way out and down main street to reach her.

“what do you recommend for a friend who keeps his music taste as tightly hidden away from me as he would confidential information?” the question had long been approaching, an admittance of defeat. she quietly sighs and gently bites her bottom lip. “maybe i’m better off getting him a gift card.” @adelaideclaremont·

“What do I think is happening?” she said, looking up at the woman. “I think whatever is happening is only beginning.” Thelxiope wouldn’t call herself a pessimist. Things in her life seemed to always to go amiss. “Think about it. This has never happened before… meaning the city has no idea how to fix it.”

“Could be anything. I think it’s in our best interest to not panic, but be prepared for long term effects.” Micah answered calmly. He himself did not know anything about what was happening and it unnerved him, but he was not going to let it show. At least as long as the town and pack were safe. 

“  𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺  a  first  time  for  everything ,  i  guess .”  nothing  good  ever  lasted ;  funny  ––  how  some  people  could  still  be  so  hopeful .  to  her ,  this  was  nothing  but  a  mistake .  someone  forgot  to  do  their  job  and  thus  leaving  them  all  in  limbo,  to  her  dismay .  the  amount  of  people  complaining  was  getting  a  bit  annoying,  it  wasn’t  as  if  it  would  stay  like  that  forever ,  right  ?  “  well  ––  someone  is  definitely  losing  their  job  by  tomorrow ,  no  ?  that’s  a  no  brainer.  ”

               GLANCING  AROUND  ,  KATERINA  COULDN’T  EVEN  TRY  TO  HIDE  HER  SURPRISE  .  despite  not  being  around  as  long  as  the  other  female  ,  even  she  knew  something  wasn’t  right  .  “  i  –-  i  don’t  know  .  ”  she  spoke  softly  ,  a  small  frown  on  her  face  .  glancing  around  ,  a  soft  sigh   e s c a p e d   her  lips  .  “  but  what’s  knew  ,  right  ?  ”  she  tried  to  make  light  of  it  . her  not  knowing  what  was  happening  was  just  becoming  more  and  more  frustrating  .  she  hated  feeling  weak  and  useless  .  she’s  been  there  before  and  it  cost  her  everything  .