𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍.

BIOGRAPHY.  PINTEREST.  PLAYLIST.  VISUALS.  MUSE.

i  heard  𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘  singing  the  other  night,  though  it  didn’t  sound  like  english.  it’s  so  admirable  that  someone  who’s  only  𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓  𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔  𝒐𝒍𝒅  can  sing  latin  so  fluently  ! i  hear  they  hang  out  with  the  𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍,  but  they’re  also  a  𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓  at  𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔.  when  dusk  falls,  you  can  usually  find  them  heading  home  to  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍  by  𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃.

“ JESUS, ARES. ”   when simone allowed him into her home, she knew that there would be difficulties that came with his presence. for one thing, she could forget about having guests come over, not that simone invited many to begin with. mostly she knew people would talk, with the godfreys spearheading the conversation. what she HADN’T expected was to feel a sense of responsibility for him, in a lot of ways made her feel like he had traded one witch mother for another.   “ you’re not twenty-one anymore, ”   she reminds him, trying to come off more wry than nagging.   “ drinking that much isn’t cute, and it fucks with your magic. ”   plus, god only knows what could happen to him on a bender, especially with how new york is looking right now. she’s WORRIED, but she won’t admit it.   “ just be careful, will you ? ”

        they  were  told  to  watch  the  durand’s  coven  ,   who  she  actually  kinda  liked ?  and  the  godfrey  boy  ,   who  managed  to  make  her  a  bit  softer  than  she  usually  is  ;   but  amelia  would  give  up  the  mission  for  NOTHING  .    “  something  else  .   i  feel  like  …  the  council  would  know  if  another  war  was  coming  ,   right ?  ”   she  asks  ,   legs  crossing  on  the  couch  underneath  her  ,   turning  to  the  boy  next  to  them  .    “  something  else  all  together  -  ”   eyes  widen  almost  comically  ,   they’ll  crack  a  small  grin  .    “  aliens ?  ”   she  jokes  .  

“i'm all right and i got home safe, yeah thanks, ” chace shrugs his shoulders as he moves back to the loveseat, thinking he had to be over his nerves by now. he was in his place. he was safe. as safe as anyone could be these days. “are you okay? with everything that's been going on? they can't think the witches are behind it, total bullshit.” he spoke fast, sitting down and immediately he clamps his hands between his thighs to hide that they were shaking. it had finally landed that ares was there in his apartment.

chace stood up right away, “shit,” he exclaims, “are you thirsty? all i have is water and spirits but, ” he went to the kitchen area opening up the cabinets for glasses, his hand slipped and one of them when smashing to the floor.

ares  leaves  his  coat  by  the  door  before  following  the  other  man  to  the  living  room  area,  taking  a  seat  on  the  couch.  he’s  more  on  edge  than  usual,  leg  jittering  in  his  seat  as  his  mind  races  across  the  past  few  days  of  chaos.  he  shouldn’t  be  worried,  because  this  doesn’t  affect  him,  right  ?  this  is  a  vampire  thing  ...  a  council  thing.  except,  the  headlines  said  it  all  :  this  was  ritualistic.  dark.  a  macabre  scene  of  horror,  with  runes  and  wooden  stakes  and  latin  prose  spelled  out  in  blood.  of  course  fingers  are  being  pointed  toward  the  witches.  maybe  they  should.  ares  takes  a  breath,  allowing  chace’s  words  to  halt  his  thoughts.  nope.  he  could  stay  calm,  fight  the  urge  of  paranoia.  “  dunno,  ”  he  huffs  out.  “  people  are  always  gonna  point  fingers.  it’s  shit,  but  we’ll  get  on.  nothing  to  be  worried  about.  ”  of  course  it’s  something  worth  worrying  about.  but  he  can  suppress  that.

ares  raises  a  brow  as  chace  stands  up,  eyes  following  the  brunet  as  he  walks  toward  the  kitchen.  it’s  enough  to  fully  take  him  out  of  his  trance,  instead  focusing  on  the  reason  he  came  here  —  chace.  a  part  of  him  wonders  if  they’ll  ever  get  past  this  ...  the  nerves.  the  tension.  “  well,  if  you’re  offering  ...  alcohol’s  good.  ”  alcohol’s  always  good,  especially  for  them.  they’re  better  with  alcohol.  at  the  sound  of  glass  shattering,  ares  shoots  up  from  his  seat,  making  a  beeline  for  the  kitchen.  moving  closer  to  chace,  a  hand  reaches  out  to  grasp  his  arm,  meaning  to  make  the  other  feel  more  calm.  “  you  sure  you’re  fine  ?  ”  he  looks  up  at  him  with  something  that  almost  resembles  concern.  it’s  just  him.  it’s  just  them.  there’s  nothing  to  be  stressed  about.

        (  @duskstart​ !  )           it’s  been  perhaps  ,   a  SHITTY  two  weeks  .   grace’s  one  of  the  lucky  ones  ,   she’ll  think  as  she  hums  to  taylor  swift’s  new  song    (  a  part  of  her  thinks  about  how  she  wants  to  fall  in  love  ,   as  she  usually  does  with  songs  such  as  these  ,   but  grace  knows  it’s  neither  the  time  nor  place  for  such  thoughts  )  ,   for  she  hadn’t  been  harmed  during  the  murder  .   it  seemed  that  that  world  hadn’t  wanted  to  even  touch  her  .     “  is  this  too  fancy  for  a  day  out  in  the  city  after  the  murder ?  ”    glances  down  at  her  dress  ,   it  flows  from  the  light  fabric  in  the  wind  .    “  i  wasn’t  sure  what  i  was  going  to  do  today  -   but  now  i’m  thinking  i  might  be  overdressed  .    …  anything  for  the  gram  ,   hmm ?  ”    will  turn  to  the  other  with  a  slight  grin  .  

         bambi  eyes  stare  at  their  friend  ,   gnawing  at  her  bottom  lip  ,   painting  the  perfect  picture  of  concern  over  her  delicate  features  .    “  i  dunno  …  it’s  just  …  she  was  so  old  ,   yanno ?  ”   feigns  a  perfect  shiver  ,   wraps  her  arms  around  herself  in  a  hug  .    “  she  was  a  vampire  ,   ares  .   an  old  one !  i  just  …  it’s  not  your  every  day  celebrity  murder  .  ”    he  may  not  want  her  involved  ,   but  amelia  is  already  deeply  engrained  in  the  supernatural  world  ,   whether  that  was  through  the  witches  or  through  the  hunters  .  

SIMONE DOES WORRY ABOUT HIM. when it comes to her coven, ares is probably the weakest link, in part because of his connection to the lux coven, and also because of the sheltered life he once lived as a godfrey. he’s a lap dog who thinks he’s bigger than he really is, with a yappy bark that even simone finds annoying sometimes. but she won’t say anything, too busy staring down the cut on his chin with narrowed eyes.   “ that’s one way to ring in the new year, ”   she drawls.   “ i’m assuming you got that shiner that night too ? ”   simone points to her own chin for measure.   “ please tell me you at least know how you got that. ”

​closed starter : @aresgodfrey​

location : ​durand books

Sybil heard the ding from the door as she opened it almost frantically, she needed to find Simone. The news of Rosamie Lynn being murdered was all over, fingers being pointed in so many different directions… she honestly couldn’t wrap her pretty little head around it all. The artifacts found at the scene… was worrisome, especially for the covens. Though, all of the leaders had alibi’s… something still didn’t add up. Entering the bookstore she walked towards the front, hoping to see Simone but no luck.

Walking closer she saw a sliver of curly dark hair that was bent over behind the counter. “Hey, curly Q.” She spoke towards Ares. Part of her was wary of him… but she had grown to  like him, enjoyed his company. They had spent hours upon hours talking and researching dark magic, bonding over the addictive aspects of it all. “Have you seen Simone?” 

at  the  sound  of  a  familiar  voice,  ares’s  head  pops  up  from  behind  the  desk,  closing  his  book  as  he  shifts  his  attention  to  the  brunette.  “  hey,  ”  he  greets,  a  small  grin  flickering  onto  his  features.  seeing  sybil  is  a  relief.  he’s  sick  of  the  flack  noctis  is  getting,  sick  of  everyone  sticking  their  nose  in  something  they  have  no  business  making  theories  about.  even  humans,  customers,  who  know  nothing  about  the  supernatural  world  ...  they  were  growing  wary,  made  obvious  by  both  the  unusual  emptiness  of  the  shop,  as  well  as  the  stares,  and  even  jeers.  of  course,  they  were  an  easy  target.  with  the  ritualistic  imagery  of  rosamie’s  murder,  plus  the  runes  and  latin  scribbles  ...  it’s  only  natural  to  turn  a  head  toward  the  shop  known  for  its  vast  collection  of  books  on  the  occult,  no  matter  how  unfair  ares  thinks  it  is.  “  she’s  out  ...  i  think  a  council  meeting,  or  something,  ”  ares  answers.  simone’d  had  so  many  of  those  in  the  past  day  alone  ...  she’d  be  impossible  to  reach  if  ares  didn’t  live  with  her.  he  expected  this  ...  a  death  of  this  caliber  was  rare.  it’d  create  tension  between  each  borough,  even  if  it  was  unrelated  to  the  supernatural  world.  “  how  about  you  ...  how’re  you  holding  up  ?  get  any  death  threats  yet  ?  ”

location :   durand book shop

featuring :   @aresgodfrey​

“ LET ME KNOW IF ANYONE GIVES YOU A HARD TIME IN THE NEXT FEW WEEKS, OKAY ? ”   the shop hasn’t opened yet, and it’s only been a day since the death of rosamie. simone had closed yesterday due to the holiday and to pay her respects, but the two of them were now about to open.   “ what happened on new year’s… people are going to want to point fingers here. so if you know anything, i’d tell me sooner rather than later, and if not then try not to piss anyone off more than usual. ”   as a godfrey, ares has probably never had to deal with witch prejudice. who didn’t like the godfreys ?   the noctis circle, however, was another story.

          (  @duskstart​ !   )    ‘  i’ll  admit  the  newspaper  this  morning  -  ’   they  shiver  ,   act  on  per  usual  ,   though  there’s  something  real  bubbling  underneath  it  .   amelia’s worried  ,   because  something  like  this  should  have  been  a  hunter’s  job  ,   but  it’s  NOT  .    ‘  this  just  means  …  there’s  a  big  threat  out  there  ,   right ?  ’   something  bigger  than  your  average  supernatural  joe  .  

location: chace’s place.

with everything that had been going on, the death of rosamie, his recent feral spells and long nights in the clubs, chace had gone ghost again. when ares had texted him, he was at home and he hadn’t a chance to even reply when there was a few knocks on the door. he went to answer, brushing the back of his hair with his hands sleepily. “ ‘lo ” he greeted with a half smile, “long time no see.”

“SURPRISED TO SEE you outside of the bookstore,” Sian teased as she approached Ares from behind. “Did Simone coerce you here with access to ancient rituals again?”

“  heh,  something  like  that.  i  dunno.  the  whole  city’s  gonna  be  here,  figure  it’s  time  i  get  out  a  little.  ”  his  nose  scrunches  up  at  the  thought,  thinking  how  this  isn’t  the  first  time  he’s  heard  that  one.  perhaps  it  says  a  lot  about  the  way  he  spends  his  time.  “  you  here  with  anyone  tonight  ?  ” 

          “  YOU  LOOK  LIKE  YOU’RE  HARD  AT  WORK  ,  ”  satomi  sarcastically  comments  ,  walking  up  to  their  friend  .  although  ,  it’s  not  like  they  can  blame  ares  .  the  bookstore  didn’t  look  awfully  busy  .  “  anyways  ,  when  do  you  clock  out  ?  ”

        ‘  yeah  -  ’   they  shoot  back  ,   fully  willing  to  give  back  the  energy  they  were  given  ,   even  if  they  both  know  this  is  just  play  .   and  perhaps  amelia  is  playing  more  than  him   (  poor  boy  ,   isn’t  even  aware  there’s  a  true  game  to  play  at  all  ,   all  caught  up  in  his  books  and  magic  and  angst  )  .   she  was  very  well  aware  of  the  role  she  played  ,   and  perhaps  leaned  into  a  bit  much  ,   but  wasn’t  it  fun  being  the  sunshine  of  someone’s  life  ,   even  if  it’s  all  fake ?    ‘  you  and  your  dark  magic  ,   you  never  have  time  for  your  old  pal  ,   amelia  -  ’   she  drawls  out  ,   gazing  up  through  blonde  lashes  .   arm  hooks  with  his  ,   as  if  it’s  the  most  natural  thing  for  the  blonde  ,   grinning  up  with  him  .    ‘  lets  ,   before  i  buy  out  the  whole  market  ,  ’   amelia  hums  ,   and  it  would  have  been  a  threat  if  her  voice  wasn’t  so  sweet  .    ‘  and  perhaps  you  can  show  me  some  of  this  magic  you’ve  spent  your  time  on ?  ’   gain  trust  by  having  genuine  interest  in  the  other  ,   one  of  the  first  things  she  learned  .  

and  there  they  are  ,   stuck  walking  a  line  between  familiar  and  the  not  .   because  apollo  once  knew  his  brother  like  his  own  mind  ,  and  now  ares’  nothing  but  a  stranger  who  won’t  bother  to  look  him  in  the  eyes  .   “  no  .  ”   it’s  a  lie  .   one  that  ares  can  easily  pick  up  on  .   because  ,  yes  .   he  keeps  tabs  -  schedule  ,  whereabouts  ,  as  far  as  going  to  amelia  for  updates  .   he  cares  ,  and  he  can’t  bring  himself  not  to  .   thus  ,  it  hurts  to  be  reminded  there  is  no  coming  back  .   eyes  are  squeezed  shut  ,  the  sting  of  tears  behind  eyelid  go  ignored  .   “  i’m  not  going  to  ask  you  to  come  back  .  ”   a  deep  breath  is  taken  ,  and  he’s  impressed  with  himself  for  there  is  no  crackling  in  the  tone  of  his  voice  .   “  it  wouldn’t  work  now  ,  like  it  didn’t  work  a  year  ago  when  i  asked  ,  no  -  i  begged  you  not  to  leave  .   guess  i  never  held  the  same  importance  as  magic  to  you  ,  huh  ?  ”

chace wasn't sure. maybe he was looking for him and maybe he was looking for a way out of the event. a way to go be alone to get messed up. either way as he nears the exit he bumped right into him, literally, with full vampire strength. were he human, he may have blushed furiously, but he is a vampire so instead he curses trying his best to catch him up. “shit, i'm s - sorry, i wasn't paying attention.” he says. nervous as usual. “are you okay?”