𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇

               the   leaves   had   all   changed   color   from   their   usual   green   to   yellow   and   red  ,   sun   high   up   in   the   sky   shining   brightly   behind   the   cover   of   passing   clouds  .   it   was   beautiful   out   which   is   precisely   why   mason   wanders   around   the   square  ,   sketchbook   in   hand  ,   searching   for   the   perfect   subject   to   sit   down   and   begin   drawing  .   he   had   the   day   off  ,   his   mother   was   at   work  ,   and   his   siblings   were   at   school   so   he   had   a   rare   moment   to   himself  .   he   comes   to   a   stop   when   he   notices   avery   a   few   feet   away   looking   almost   as   if   he   were   glowing   underneath   the   sunlight  ,   the   corners   of   his   lips   twitching   up   in   the   smallest   of   smiles  .   he   can’t   believe   that   someone   can   look   so   ethereal   even   when   doing   the   most   mundane   things  .   mason   realizes   he’d   been   blatantly   staring   and   his   cheeks   darken   slightly   from   embarrassment  ,   hues   glancing   around   to   make   sure   no   one   had   witnessed   it  .   the   male   sucks   in   a   breath   before   going   over   and   sitting   down   slowly   as   not   to   startle   him  .      ❛      the   weather   is   nice  ,   right   ?   i’m   surprised   more   people   aren’t   enjoying   it  .      ❜      he   muses   aloud  ,   fingertips   drumming   lightly   against   the   cover   of   his   book   while   his   gaze   drifts   around   to   their   surroundings  .

     there’s a loud gasp of relief as her her eyes landed on the small cat snuggled into the other’s pocket. the relief that washed through her worked to slow her pounding heartbeat. “ oh my god, yang ! “ she’s blurting out running up to avery’s side, eyes wide. it’s funny, her jumping to greet the lost kitten before her friend who must have found him. “ oh - i mean yes ! “ she flushes a small color as she finally looks back up to avery, she’s glad it’s one of her friends that found him instead of a stranger, “ sorry, i just got so scared … if i didn’t bring him home back to ying … who knows what would have happened , “ she mutters nervously with a shake of her head. she doesn’t make moves to move the cat, for it looked quite comfortable snuggled to the others. “ you little escape artist , “ she coos softly to the cat as she instead just leans forward to scratch at his ear. “ where did you find him ? i can’t imagine he could have gotten too far with those little legs … “

    “ yaanng ! “ there’s a wild panic in grace’s eyes as she skids out of the front of her apartment complex. her right hand shakes the a metal bowl, the clinking of cat food as it hits the sides. she had just left the door open for two seconds … how did the tiny kitten manage to make a run for it in the short amount of time ? her heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute as she walked eyes hastily raking all corners of the buildings around her where the cat might have run off to. “ e -  excuse me - “ she calls out, voice raised ( well, as much as grace can raise it ), “ you haven’t, um…  seen a small black cat walking around right ? “

savannah was hardly late for anything, so the fact that she’d managed to lose track of time organizing her knitting supplies bin was quite embarrassing. she had the day off and desperately needed something to distract her of her own thoughts or she was sure she’d lose her mind. she’d promised avery that she would meet with him a little later in the afternoon at the daily grind to discuss the novel given at their last book club meeting, one that she wasn’t really fond of, but still couldn’t seem to put down. when she looked down at her watch she was already fifteen minutes late, so she rushed to slip into a pair of her many leather loafers and a cardigan to match before picking up her keys and purse and heading out the door. within minutes, savannah had arrived and quickly glanced around for avery. luckily, he hadn’t arrived yet, so she ordered herself a coffee and waited patiently for him to join her.

That took her by momentary surprise, but she recovered quick enough with a shake of her head and small laugh that did nothing but shake her shoulders. “Well. I think you’ve definitely brought the halloween spirit in the form of sugary snacks.” She followed his line of sight, her own eyes scanning over all the options with increasing hunger. It all looked so good, she wasn’t even sure what she wanted anymore. “I do like an apple,” she mused, tracing the path of the waved apple with some thought. “Okay,” she starts, bites her lip in second thought before nodding to herself. “Okay. Right. I’ll take a caramel apple please. And I may be back around later for one of those cookies.”

vivian was really feeling all types of powerful. halloween was her favorite holiday and fall being her favorite time of year. its probably the spooky air or maybe it feels like she isn’t being stared at. vivian had decided she was going to get avery out of his house and out into the public. it had taken her awhile for her to convince him but when she had it felt like sweet victory standing at the palm reading stand waiting for the other man.

when he slid next to her, she yelped out in surprise. from the front her outfit didn’t look anything different from the normal gothic chic she wore. it was a simple black dress but her makeup was more dramatic then usual. lots of purple highlights and she was holding a witch hat. obviously, she was a witch. 

“ holy fucking shit !! “ she exclaimed and placed a hand over her chest. “ damn avery..you got me. ” 

maybe  it  was  REFLECTIVE  more  of  jude’s  stance  on  what  having  fun  entailed  that  he  found  himself  taking  LONGER  sips  of  the  alcohol  stored  in  his  flask  ,  located  snug  in  the  back  pocket  of  his  pants.  he  should  feel  some  sense  of  shame  for  his  slight  public  drinking  habit  with  children  running  around  so  freely  ,  but  jude  was  growing  RESTLESS  when  his  heavy  flirting  with  a  cute  boy  around  his  age  took  a  turn  for  the  less  desirable  upon  realization  that  his  cat  costume  veered  more  toward  an  odd  furry  fetishization  than  an  appeal  to  look  cute.  jude  bit  his  tongue  ,  made  an  excuse  ,  and  moved  as  fast  he  could  in  his  leather  pants  which  SUDDENLY  felt  constricting  from  the  blood  rush  to  his  head.  he  could  only  imagine  where  that  could  have  led  ,  when  he  recognizes  avery  looking  particularly  UNIMPRESSED  with  his  adorned  cat  ears.  a  shiver  shakes  through  him  ,  a  phantom  touch  leaving  goosebumps  on  his  arms  in  its  wake  as  jude  prays  to  his  lucky  stars  that  avery’s  costume  seems  more  forced  than  willingly  furry.  ❝  hey  there  ,  kitty  kitty.  ❞  jude  offers  as  a  greeting  once  his  feet  carry  him  over  to  the  peau  d’amour  food  stall.  it’s  almost  IMMEDIATE  that  a  smile  pulls  at  his  lips  ,  leaning  one  hand  on  the  table  and  cocking  his  head  in  a  playful  manner.  ❝  someone  looks  like  they’re  not  having  a  good  time.  do  you  need  a  nice  belly  rub  ??  maybe  some  warm  milk  ??  ❞  his  tone  is  laced  in  a  good-natured  teasing  as  he  grins  at  avery.  maybe  some  poorly  made  jokes  would  lift  whatever  prickly  mood  he  found  himself  in.  although  ,  jude  feels  as  though  he  would  come  off  the  same  if  his  job  had  him  in  charge  of  a  food  stall  during  a  festival  meant  for  the  town.

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               a   wide   grin   momentarily   stretches   across   his   face   to   display   a   set   of   white   teeth  ,   head   shaking   slightly   as   he   began   mixing   the   red   and   white   paint   together   to   make   the   perfect   shade   of   pink  .      ❛      i   thought   you   came   to   me    because   i   was   the   only   option  .      ❜      mason   snorts   and   the   corner   of   his   lip   lifts   in   a   small   smirk  ,   trying   to   come   off   more   confident   than   he   actually   was   at   such   a   close   distance  .      ❛      it   suits   you   just   fine  ,   ave  ,   if   anyone   were   a   cat   in   another   life   then   i’m   sure   it   would   be   you  .      ❜      he   raises   the   brush  ,   bristles   now   covered   in   pink  ,   and   begins   his   work   while   his   other   hand   delicately   takes   avery’s   chin   between   his   thumb   and   index   fingers  .   the   silence   that   falls   over   them   as   he   paints   the   tip   of   the   other’s   nose   is   comfortable   —   peaceful  ,   even   …   that’s   until   he   notices   him   staring   in   his   peripheral   vision  .   it   takes   all   of   his   willpower   to   keep   focus   on   the   task   at   hand   and   not   at   the   pair   of   brown   hues   that   seemed   to   be   memorizing   his   face  .

               mason  ,   a   young   man   who   was   naturally   private  ,   had   just   suggested   introducing   the   other   to   a   family   member  .   what   got   into   him   and   was   it   only   about   giving   his   sister   a   lesson   in   etiquette   ?   it   wasn’t   as   if   he   were   suggesting   inviting   him   over   to   a   family   dinner   or   letting   him   meet   his   mom   —   right   ?   shit  .   the   thought   of   his   mother   accompanying   the   child   around   the   festival   slipped   his   mind   completely  .   all   that   he   could   do   was   simply   pray   to   whatever   deity   was   listening   for   something   to   prevent   avery   from   having   a   moment   to   spare  .   not   to   mention  ,   the   man’s   staring   wasn’t   helping   the   growing   redness   that   began   to   spread   across   mason’s   cheeks  .      ❛      oh  ,   right   —   you’ll   probably   be   busy   …   y’know  ,   people   have   an   almost   insatiable   appetite   at   these   kinds   of   things  .      ❜      smooth  ,   real   smooth  .   he   wishes   someone   would   take   the   brush   from   his   fingers   and   write   the   word   ‘  loser  ’   across   his   forehead  .      ❛      so  ,   are   you   only   here   to   work   or   do   you   genuinely   enjoy   stuff   like   this   ?      ❜      mason   asks   as   if   he’s   completely   unaffected   by   the   gaze   that   the   other   has   locked   on   him  .

“is that so??” avery mused, not bothering to argue or agree. truth was, there were plenty of options he could have chosen from before his arrival. his co-workers would have also been more than happy to help add a bit of make-up to his look. he also could have come back later, should someone else come to help at the stall. regardless, the fact was he didn’t want anyone else to paint on his face. if mason hadn’t been the one running the stall, there was no way he would have chosen to stop by and add some more cat-esque features to his costume. not that mason needed to know that. as the younger confirmed that the cat choice was actually quite suiting, avery couldn’t keep his lips from curling into a smirk. the smirk didn’t last long, however, as his chin was taken between mason’s fingers. “folks at vita’s clinic suggested it to me,” he murmured, lashes fluttering slightly as the bristles of the paintbrush started to stroke his nose. a bit of silence settled over them for the moment, leaving avery to get lost in his gaze’s task of mapping out the other’s face.

Sophie rolled her eyes at him, but a smile pulled at her lips to show she wasn’t really annoyed, “I guess I brought that name on myself, huh?” Blowing out a breath, the brunette pursed her lips as her eyes roamed over the table of options in front of her. She hadn’t expected so many. “Wow. Went a little over board this year didn’t they,” her eyes darted up to his face and the apple he was holding, “What have you got? And do you recommend it? Or do I go with something with sprinkles.”

               concern  crosses  his  features  but  before  he  can  say  anything  ,  the  other  his  paying  attention  to  the  small  child  gripping  his  hand  and  ,  like  he  usually  do  ,  caved  in —  for  now.  his  free  hand  travelled  to  his  pocket  ,  soft  tone  leading  to  the  smaller  girl  “  how  about  we  make  avie  happy  by  buying  one  of  his  sweets  ?  “  but  that  just  sent  the  girl  into  a  frenezie  of  buying  two  and  not  one  because  daddy  also  deserved  one.  nodding  ,  he  placed  a  ten  dollar  bill  on  the  counter  and  took  one  of  the  caramelized  apples  ,  kneeling  before  the  princess  ,  muttering  to  her  “  go  play  but  make  sure  daddy  can  see  you  ,  yeah  ?  “  and  there  she  goes  ,  keeping  a  safe  distance  between  them.  axel  leans  against  the  counter  ,  eyes  focused  on  the  pink  dressed  child  as  he  mumbles  “  if  you  don’t  mind  ,  i  have  to  keep  an  eye  out  but  now  you  can  tell me  what  really  is  wrong.  “  a  quick  stare  towards  the  other  before  adding  “  so  spill.  “

halloween was not vita’s thing at all. each year, she’d been called to the hospital to do training on one of the busiest nights of the year, and this was the first year she actually had the evening off. she was expected to dress up just like everyone else, and because she wasn’t the most creative, she’d settled for the obvious: sexy nurse. the costume was ridiculous, and she felt ridiculous, but it was only one night. and, unlike most of the crowd at the festival, she wouldn’t be in said costume the morning after, wasted on the floor of an unknown living room. when she spotted avery near the bakery’s food stand, she decided to join him - it wasn’t like she had any other plans. “you know,” she started, leaning against the wall the cart was positioned near, “i thought you were a vampire with those fangs, at first, but a cat does seem more fitting. can you even bite through that apple with them?”

      BRIGHT IDEAS WEREN’T EXACTLY SOMETHING DANNY HAD A COMMON OCCURRENCE  &  his most recent idea was absolutely no different, finding himself at the pumpkin carving table - it was a split second of thought before he was intentionally carving out the bottom of the pumpkin &  punching out a classic jack-o-latern face . he thought maybe he could scare someone & before anyone running the table could stop him he had put his head into it and left .       minutes into the stench was when he thought this wasn’t a great idea & trying to pull it off was when he knew it wasn’t . danny tried not to panic , finding a patch of grass to sit down on out of the way he was trying to decide if he should hurt his pride by asking for help . not able to see properly out of the eyeholes he’d cut , he fumbled a joint out of his pocket . “ man this shit fucking stinks .  i cant even see or light this stupid ass thing “ voicing annoyance out loud , “ gonna end up lighting my self on fire like some dumb halloween reskin for ghost rider or whatever . “  a sigh of defeat , dropping onto his back his head only slightly cushioned by the pumpkin stuck on his head .