𝖆𝖕𝖝 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌

tension  rests  in  her  shoulders,  sees  her  rubbing  absently  as  she  keeps  checking  her  phone.  she  has  proximity  spells  set  around  the  school,  as  well  as  google  alerts  for  ‘  san  francisco  +  beasts  +  attacks ’  to  ensure  she’s  doing  everything  she  can  to  protect  the  students.   she’s  spent  the  majority  of  her  formative  years  taking  care  of  the  people  she  loves,  doing  everything  she  can  to  make  sure  they’re  safe,  and  this  is  no  exception.  while  there’s  anxiety  about  abandoning  her  search  to  find  a  way  to  stop  the  merge,  in  taking  a  break  to  focus  on  the  current  crisis,  she  knows  she’s  made  the  right  decision.   she  has  no  regrets.   she  does,  however,  have  a  craving  for  something  sweet.   vampirism  be  damned,  some  habits  are  impossible  to  kick.   “  please  tell  me  you’ve  got  snacks  in  that  bag. ”

“  i  wouldn’t  touch  that  if  i  were  you. ”

hands  rest  on  her  hips,  eyes  narrowed  behind  the  lenses  of  her  ray  bans  as  she  scowls  at  the  paint  swatches  in  her  hand.  at  the  end  of  the  day,  it  doesn’t  matter  what  she  picks  because  anything  is  an  improvement  over  the  shitstain  brown  color  the  walls  are  painted  right  now.  her  new  ‘ married  on  a  whim  in  vegas  after  too  many  whiskey  sours ’  husband  might  be  many  things  but  a  decorator  is  not  one  of  them.   throwing  the  swatches  off  the  side,  she  lifts  her  sunglasses  and  directs  her  attention  to  the  person  nearby.   “  screw  this.   it’s  400  degrees  outside.  let’s  blow  this  off,  make  vodcicles,  and   hang  out  by  the  pool. ”   a  pause,  considering.   “  unless  you  have  a  better  suggestion. ”

he’s  coughing  as  he  pulls  himself  up  out  of  the  water,  lungs  burning  in  his  chest  as  he  flops  onto  his  back.   a  low  chuckle  slips  out  from  between  his  lips,  a  glance  at  the  waterproof  watch  on  his  wrist  confirming  his  suspicions.  “ six  minutes. ”  he  murmurs,  letting  his  head  fall  back  against  the  dock.  “  cool.  new  record. ”   behind  him,  the  flames  lick  the  surface  of  the  water  —  a  side-effect  of  a  phoenix’s  resurrection.  given  the  hour,  he’d  expected  to  be  alone  …  but  a  clearing  of  the  throat  in  the  distance  draws  his  attention.   panic  surges  through  him,  struggling  into  a  sitting  position  as  he  stumbles  over  his  words.   “  i  —  can  explain  this. ”   no,  he  definitely  can’t.

@apxstarters​ California summers were hot, but nothing that Ophelia wasn’t used to; she’d spent the better part of twelve years loving the beautiful California weather, and had grown up a mile closer to the sun in Colorado. She liked to take advantage of it as much as she could, and currently Rainbow beach was her location of choice. The name was cheery, which definitely made her smile, and she found herself there more often than not with the latest book she’d found herself diving into. However, now there was an unfortunate shadow cast both upon her and the book she was reading, and a frown pulled on her lips as she looked up at the person blocking the sun. “Uh, hey? Person here, trying to enjoy the sunlight. Can you move like…a foot and a half in either direction, please and thank you?”

@apxstarters​ Jo preferred the closing shift over any of the others - it was so much more quiet once the bar patrons and the majority of the other employees rolled out, and being well-after midnight she could just roll into bed once she finished re-stocking, taking inventory and balancing out the register. She waved to the last employee who left other than herself as she idly took a quick visual inventory over the contents of the bar behind her, and frowned when she heard the door open behind her: the last idiot that left had forgotten to lock the door again. Heaving a sigh, she didn’t really look over as she straightened back up. “Sorry man, we’re closed. Last call was half an hour ago.”

@apxstarters​ The cigarette between his lips was stained with blood, much like the hand that brought the fragile thing up to his lips. This vessel’s body was so dependent on nicotine, and Lucifer could feel the agonizing twitch in the back of his mind far too often throughout the day. At first it had been amusing, but now this habit was certainly getting in the way of things. Exhaling slightly, his eyes turned towards the other beside him outside. “Oh, it’s not mine,” he said with a rougish grin, referring to the blood coating his hands and face. “You should see the other guy. …Nah, you probably don’t want to.”

he  cycles  through  professions  like  trophy  wives  do  yoga  instructors.  you  name  it,  he’s  tried  it.  underwater  photographer  ?  check.  tattoo  artist  ?  check.  pet  therapist  ?  check  …  though  he’s  not  sure  how  he  pulled  that  one  off  to  this  day.   he’s  never  really  needed  to  work  hard  for  money,  not  when  the  power  of  conjuration  could  just  give  him  whatever  he  needed  if  he  believed  it  enough.   in  summation:  dallan’s  all  play,  very  little  work.  his  latest  foray  is  no  exception,  a  tacky  little  name-tag  attached  to  the  polo  shirt  he’s  wearing  as  he  bounces  on  moon-shoes.   “  welcome  to  jump  zone. ”   he  greets  when  the  bell  above  the  door  dings,  greeting  the  newcomer  into  the  trampoline  park.  “  it’s  fun  for  the  whole  family  …  unless  your  family  contains  children  under  five  and  senior  citizens  over  75. ”    he  shrugs.   “  it’s  a  liability  thing.  father  time  broke  a  femur  one  time  and  spoiled  the  fun  for  everyone  else. ”

there’s  something  to  be  said  about  hitting  things  when  you’re  having  a  bad  day.   or  a  bad  week.  or  a  bad  month.  things,  admittedly,  haven’t  been  great  for  him  lately  so  when  a  friend  had  suggested  going  to  a  rage  room,  he’d  been  down  for  it.   that  is,  until  he  saw  the  price  tag.  $40  to  smash  things  ? HA.  he  could  do  that  in  his  backyard  for  free.   which  is  why  he’s  currently  turning  his  little  league  bat  over  in  his  hands,  pulling  his  arm  back  and   swinging  hard  against  the  garage  window.   it  splinters  under  the  impact  and  shatters  completely  on  the  second  swing.   “  here.  you  try. ”   he  hands  the  bat  over,  rolling  out  his  shoulders.   “  feels  good,  man. ”   besides,  it’s  not  like  magic  can’t  fix  a  few  broken  windows.  it’s  fine.  

The wall of crystals highlighting the back of the shop was, really, the main focal point of the entire place; the glass shelves and shiny crystals were certainly beautiful and eye-catching, and some of Cordelia’s best selling items. This was unfortunate at the moment, as some idiot she employed (someone remaining silent for now) had put some back all willy-nilly and not in the color-coordinated fashion that she demanded. So they had all come down, and she had spent her morning re-arranging. She was nearly finished when she heard the door open, and she didn’t bother to look back over her shoulder as she spoke: “I’ll be with you shortly. If you touch it, you buy it.”