Can't Fight the Moonlight

An unnaturally pale hand extended to meet the one offered, shaking briefly before letting it drop back to their side. "You never know; could just do the trick." A hum, not offended that the other woman wasn't interested in that particular offer of help. Though Andy's brows furrowed a little when Leyla thanked her for not judging. "Why would I judge you for that?" It was genuine confusion in their voice, unsure how a damaged wing was any different to a broken foot. And being in a foot cast wasn't shameful.

"It could," Leyla let out a small laugh at the thought. "But I think I might exhaust a few more methods before I resort to becoming a human kit," She admitted. "And I don't know. I think people in this town sometimes can be quick to judge, but that might just be me putting my own insecurities onto things. Thank you, though, regardless, for being cool about it and all."

"I think you might be onto something, Ace," He whispered softly. The corner of his lips lifted up every so slightly as he drew her closer into his side. It was only as she continued to mumble on that he found himself drawing quiet. He lay there beside her for what felt like a millennium, letting the silence settle between them in the dark before he finally said, his voice no more than a low murmur as he admitted, "It's okay. I probably wouldn't have been any good to you anyway. I'm kind of a mess. I don't even..." A soft sigh broke from his lips as his gaze lifted back up toward the ceiling and he found himself admitting, even if he had a feeling she wouldn't remember any of this come the morning, "sleep in this bed... or much at all."

CLOSED : @cantfightmoonlight (Leyla & Cassandra) WHERE : elevator in the Emerald Hotel

"W-what?" Leyla gulped as she moved forward to press the floor button again and again, only stepping out of the way when Cassandra moved to press the emergency call button. "T-this c-can't be h-happening," She mumbled under her breath as she moved back. "N-not a-again." Sliding down onto the ground, she pulled her knees tightly into her chest as she tried to will herself to stay calm despite the panic that was already beginning to settle over her. She tried to avoid the Emerald Hotel as much as humanly possible ever since the ball that had resulted in her wings being mangled. But in an attempt to work through her ptsd, she had been slowly showing up at the fae court more and more. Nyra had offered to help her relearn how to fly and she thought the exposure might do her some good, only now she was trapped in the building all over again. She might have been trapped in the ballroom before rather than in the elevator, but she was starting to think the Emerald Hotel might be cursed.

Closed starter for @cantfightmoonlight (Leyla) Location: Lunar Cove Pride

"Hi! How can I help-" Leyla started to ask as she caught the familiar face walking into the Daily Drip. But her business owner persona eased as her eyes lit up in curiosity at the mention of a present. "Oh! You didn't need to get me anything, but thank you!" She exclaimed happily as she took the honey from him. "Do you want me to get you anything, yourself? Coffee on the house or a pastry?" She offered, feeling bad about accepting a gift without offering him something in return. "I like your shirt by the way. It's very punny and oh! Of course! I mean I was sort of just stationed where I was told and same went with being told to stop casting illusions, but happy to help in any way I can, and no, that's okay. I bet on Ken using his money anyway, so no harm no fowl," She offered only to glance up as the lights of the coffee shop began to flicker. "Oh shoot! Sorry about that. That's been happening all day. I think because of the heat or something, but about that coffee or tea, how do you like it?"

closed || @cantfightmoonlight (Vik & Gia)

"Do I look like Apple Care to you?" Vivek blinked over at Gia, who was glued to her new phone from across the bar. "You set it up like that. If you don't want it to scan your face, you can disable it or put in a passcode. So, uh, what made you get an iPhone again anyhow?"

Closed starter for @cantfightmoonlight (Vivek) Location: The Deck of Shipfaced

"Yeah, I can see that," He noted as he watched the vial roll across the deck towards his feet. Bending over to pick it up, he moved to where Todd. Leaning against the edge of the deck, his eyes scanned his roommate up and down before he noted, "Nice abs."

"Well... I dunno if I'd call it love?" The siren laughed, almost uneasily. "Of course. Please! I am askin'!" Charlie nodded as a slow smile spread across her face. "Uhhhh.... who are they?" Her head tipped from side to side. "I don't really know a lot about him.." She admitted. "We met because I fell out of the sky... on to him." It was obvious she was still embarrassed about the whole ordeal. "Then he took me to jail, but he was real sweet about it?" Her ocean blue eyes followed Zeina across the shop. "Oooh he's definitely hot!" She assured with a giggle. "Love that!" Charlie gushed as soon as she saw the dress. "That'd be great, thanks!" She continued to browse the store before she sheepishly admitted. "Maybe we can find one or two more? I might... have more than one date."

"Oh, then what would you call it?" Zeina tilted a brow the other's way, wondering if they might be one of those people who date solely to make off with a free meal. "Oh. It's a he," Their face fell at the mention of the date and during Pride Month of all things. "Took you to jail? Is he a cop or something?" They blinked at the way of the obvious faerie across from her. "Huh, okay, well, I'm glad you love it," They beamed the blonde's way, not at all surprised given that they did happen to have impeccable taste. "A dressing room it is! I'll start pulling a whole selection. So, tell me about this other date. Who are they?" Zeina called from over the racks as they began to dart around the shop, pulling a number of pieces they felt might work with the blonde's style, as well as a few risks shoved in there as well. They could've pointed out that you could very well wear the same date outfit twice if its with two separate people, but that wouldn't have been in their best interest for a potential sale, so they chose to leave that tidbit to themselves.

"Right there! Yes, there! Perfect!" Zeina exclaimed from where the deputy was holding up the disco ball. Moving to where Lupe was standing, Z leaned themselves up against the nearby countertop and arched their back to both be able to meet see the other's pretty face and to be able to give Lupe a good view themselves from where they were hanging up the disco ball. "Thanks again for all the help with this, by the way. I don't know what I'd do without you," They purred, flashing Lupe an 'innocent' enough grin as they waited for them to make their slow descent back down the later.

"Oh! modesty!" Zeina let out a happy little gasp at Bexley's display. "You say that, but you've just become ten times more interesting to me, darling," She decided, having always been so fascinated by the likes of the mundane. "And you're so cute too boot. It's a pleasure to meet you, Bexley, and just so you know, mums the word here. This is a safe space, so you can feel free to relax and share or not share, but all secrets here never walk out of that door," They assured Bex as they began to move to a rack of clothing. "Lilac I can do. But how feminine are we talking here? Something like this?" They plucked up a rainbow pastel bow from a stand of accessories as if to demonstrate. "And do we do frills or ruffles or do we like to keep it comfortable?"

Every inch of him burned—muscles and bones crying out from two violent shifts in such a short time frame. And when his eyes fluttered open, JC was almost surprised to discover the softness of the sofa beneath him. The moments of awareness were scattered, broken, and he could not quite tell where consciousness had begun and ended. Still, Meena's hand was grounding, and rolling over, he managed a soft smile up at her. "Hey. Thanks. I'm...in a minute, okay?" His voice was hoarse, but the thought of trying to swallow something down his splintered through made his stomach churn. "Are you okay? I'm sorry. I don't remember what happened. I'll be up in a minute. You should rest."

"Okay," She whispered softly as she reached down to press a soft kiss against his temple. Her knuckles softly brushed against his cheek and then along his hairline as she gave his hand another squeeze. "You don't have to be up in any minute," She assured him, but at the mention of how she should rest, the corner of her lips lifted ever so softly as she carefully lifted his head from her lap and slid a pillow beneath it so that she could move to lie fully beside him along the couch. "Let's stay here, just like this, alright, love? And if you have any questions, I can try to fill in the gaps. I remember it all," She admitted, seeming to remember everything she did, even in that state she'd often find herself in without a sliver of control.

closed | @cantfightmoonlight (meena & gia)

"Not now." Meena's smile was tight as her eyes settled in on Gia's. "We should talk in my office." She added, motioning with a tilt of her head towards the door to make it clear that the conversation she needed to have with her friend was best to be done in private. "Let's go. You can bring your drink."

Closed starter for @cantfightmoonlight (Len) Location: The Woods

"Oh, uh," Lennon quickly tugged her stack of bracelets back down over her wrists and tucked them behind her back, knowing he could probably still be able to smell the fresh blood on her if he was coming out of the wolf den, but she was at least trying to be less obvious about it. "Yeah, I know, but honestly, it's not really that new for me," She admitted, flashing him an awkward smile. "I kinda lose power all the time," She admitted, or at least she often did in the past, either forgetting to or not having enough funds to pay for the electric bill for a month or so, before she inevitably got them to turn it back on. She was sure the whole town was likely freaking out about it, but there wasn't anything of hers in the fridge to save outside of condiments, and she was sure whatever else her roommates had handled. "Or did growing up. Anyhow, this is Yoko," She motioned towards the raccoon familiar beside her who was stumbling around wearing her shutter sunglasses, acting drunk under the heat, despite the little guy being more than fine. "I'm Lennon, and I take it you're a werewolf?"

Kamran shrugged his shoulders, trying to look nonchalant. "I'm walking sex, dude. People dig musicians. Always have. Everyone knows that. This is kind of like being in Salem. I did numbers in Salem." Despite the heat, he was wearing his beaten-up leather jacket, likely to show off his various pins and patches, which ran the gamut from political to music to Pride to witchery. He sighed. "Okay, but you have to hold this." Slipping out the jacket, he held it over. "Can we do Light as a Feather? I can get you up higher. Even though, I'm still buff as hell. If anyone asks."

"Wouldn't know, but I guess I'll have to take your word for it." She let out a light laugh at the way he was trying to look all nonchalant. "Yeah, well, maybe rub some more hot musician off on me why don't ya so I can be out here with my own group of groupies," She teased. "Deal," Len took the jacket from him and slipped it over her own shoulders. "Whoa, hey, I'm already light as a feather, but fine. Though you're going to have to do that spell," She grumbled as she moved to get up on his shoulders. "Oh yeah, sure you are, Heartthrob."