daybreak.

*/ EVANORA HAWTHORNE

location: Ace of Angels who: @corruptcdx​

It took mere seconds before the waiter arrived with a tall crystal glass. The rose colored liquid nearly looked holographic beneath the neon lights. Evanora wasted no time before bringing the rim to her lips and taking a gentle sip of the sweet nectar.

She was amused by his reply. A laugh that sounded more like a huff bubbled out of her throat. Her eyes fell on him with no shame - she didn’t fear eye contact; although she hid much behind her own eyes, she was more interested in prying secrets out of theirs.

“Sarcasm - what an interesting way to hide your true words.” she teased the corner of her lips turned into a smirk.

The woman placed her glass down on the table barely phased by the music that resonated beneath her feet. Although she barely rose her voice above the thundering noise, she knew well enough that her words would be heard.

A long manicured finger traced the rim of the crystal glass with elegance and poise.

“I have no doubt in your abilities with the ladies.” she spoke her eyebrow rose slightly.

“My time is never wasted on old friends” 

The smoke from his cigarette swirled into the air only the dissipate beneath neon lights. 

“Now tell me Tony - what kind of business keeps you busy these days? Anything of interest to me?” there was a spark in her eye. The woman was always up for a little business venture. Any piece of information she could get her hands on was a win in her opinion. 

Tony’s eyes drifted towards the waiter as they arrived with evanora’s drink. He watches her as she brings the glass to her lips. He quickly redirected his attention back to his own drink and took another swig.

As she made eye contact with him, he didn’t look away. He stared back into her eyes. In his opinion, her expressions had always been hard to read. However, he was certain that nothing innocent hid behind those rose-colored lips.  

“Or sarcasm, another way of saying I’m an asshole.” After years of suppressing his own emotions, he was more than an expert by now. He thought it was nonsense that witches would know his true emotions anyway. “But tell me, have you read my mind before or is that some trick you use to scare people?”

“Thanks, I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” He added, “but I stopped caring about that stuff a long time ago.” When she referred to him as an old friend, he remarked, “I’m surprised it’s been that long. So much time has passed, but everything feels the same.” His tone had a hint of regret as he realized he had wasted most of his life. Yet, he has been living for way too long.  

“I’m off the clock, but feel free to talk to my boss.” He slightly smirked as it was supposed to be an amusing comment. “I don’t think I have anything that might interest you. It’s been kind of boring these days. Do you have anything for me?” His eyes were fixed on her once again. He only let people badger him about important things, but in reality, nothing was important to him. He just did not like others bothering him.

*/ EVANORA HAWTHORNE

location: Ace of Angels who: @corruptcdx​

Evanora stood in a candle lit room at the back of the club. Luxurious silk curtains hung from the walls and fell like water to the ground. Shades of crimson and silver danced at her feet as the young woman starred at her curiously. “It’ll all be ok darling.” Evanora spoke softly, as if her words alone were laced with magic to induce calm and confidence in her victim.

The young girl nodded carefully her eyes now looking at everything yet nothing. She was entranced by voices only she could her.

Evanora’s lips curved into a subtle smile before the words left her velvet lips. “glacies” she spoke in perfect Latin her tongue rolling over the word, her palm facing the young woman.  A thin coat of what could be mistaken for ice slowly crept up the girl’s body. As if the victim suddenly regained consciousness her mouth opened into a scream that was instantly drowned by the club’s music. Her eyes mimicked both fear and confusion before she was completely engulfed and petrified by a sheer layer of crystal stone.

“You’re death will not go in vain” Evanora spoke knowing all too well that her victim could still hear and feel every word.  Evanora walked onto the main floor of her establishment as if nothing had happened. In the distance she recognized a man whom she hadn’t seen in some time. A devilish look graced her flawless features before she strolled across the floor through the ocean of bodies only to reach his table.

With long gracious legs, she sat in front of him eyes cold as ice but her lips curved into a practiced smile.

“Isn’t my presence alone of the utmost importance?” she mused eyeing the waiter who knew instantly to bring her a drink.  “What brings you here darling; looking for a little love? If you are indeed seeking a solitude - you certainly are not in the right place.” a small laugh slipped past her lips; both a melodious and venomous sound. 

Tony was not really amused, but it probably wasn’t the best idea to get on the boss lady’s bad side. “You’re right. You’re pretty important around here. I’m honored.” There was a tinge of sarcasm in his tone. Maybe she would dial it down a bit if she were more sympathetic towards him. However, at the same time, he did not want to look pathetic. He wasn’t pathetic in the slightest.

She was gorgeous, but he couldn’t trust witches. Hell, he couldn’t even trust his own kind sometimes. There was always something unsettling about the way she smiles, talks, and laughs. He chose to ignore it most of the time because he was rather acquainted with her. It wasn’t like she was a total stranger.  

He casually replied, “Figured i’d come here for a drink, regret my life decisions, the same old.” He added, “don’t you think if I wanted to get laid, I would have gone home by now?” It was difficult for him to compare love and sex. They were two different things, in his opinion. “I’d ask you to join me, but I figured you’re busy… like always.” he added, “you must be happy with how successful you are.” He looked away briefly to take another drag from his cigarette.   

tony was seated at a table by himself. as he was sipping his drink, the ice rattled against his glass. he briefly glanced around before he lit a cigarette. he pressed the cigarette between his lips before letting out a drag. he tried to blend in to the background, but it was kind of difficult not to notice him. after all, his gang was rather notorious around these parts. no one dared to bother him, but he didn’t mind an occasional chat here and there.  

he often came to ace of angels to drown himself in alcohol. there was not much to do around here, so that was how he usually spent his free time. it was much better than being sober, and the dancers weren’t bad either. the night was rather uneventful. the music was drowning out the chatter from the other clients. it was not long before someone had settled down next to him. he found it odd, but it was an individual he recognized or thought he knew.  

he took another sip from his glass. “i hope it’s something important because i’d much rather be left alone.” there was a gruff quality to his voice. perhaps, it’s because he’s been burning the candle at both ends since the day he arrived in hill city.