cant get nothing for nothing

Don’t think so. We’re all babies here. Honestly, we should’ve realized that a long time ago, but ya know. It was fun playing adult for a while.

Damn, I can always count on you for those truth bombs, Triss. Not going to lie, playing grown up wasn’t nearly as fun as it looks in the movies. That said, I wasn’t expecting the actual adults to be so batshit cray either. They seem a lot less murder-y in the movies.  

Didn’t we all… should’ve known better than to expect a win against the faculty. And now we’re all at a lost, so good for you, at least, for getting those supplies… the hot gossip won’t stop coming anyway, you’ll catch up.

I mean, I can believe a win might have been pushing it. More, I think I was hoping for maybe, like, not an absolute failure. The two aren’t really related, but if there’s no good news too be had, it’s not unfair to hold on to whatever we can. I wasn’t expecting Pretty Little Liars: Sapphic Witches Edition. Imma need a drink- and a strong one- before the next episode.

Say no more. As long as I’m not losing my touch, all is forgiven. 

Friends? How I Met Your Mother? Gross. I get that we have a whole bunch of drama and spooky shit going on, but I’d still rather that than some bland heteronormative bullshit. 

Nah, don’t be so dramatic. I mean, you, Bellamy Quist, losing your touch? I can’t even imagine what that would look like, though I doubt it’d be pretty. Like, yikes.

Oh. Okay, well I’m glad it was helpful. Are you okay?

Yeah, no, just tired, you know? The last couple of days have kind of sucked, Not going to lie, I wish I could’ve contributed more is all, I guess.

And try they did. It just wasn’t the same. Pffft, you could have just asked. You know I have a way of getting my hands on things that aren’t so readily available. And yeah…love this place but did it really have to be in the middle of podunk nowhere. 

I blame patriarchal society influencing our…your ancestors. On the plus side they do tend to live the longest in horror movies. Missed out? That implies it’s over. I’d say we’re maybe done with season 1. Nobody’s even written a terrible theme song for us yet. 

That is true. And trust, you know I will. These particular items were very... specific in nature, though. But you know my next order will be going straight to you. 

True, that would be bad, especially considering what we’re doing here. Where did you end up going for so long?

I was getting some stuff and things, you know? Which I guess was for the best, because we needed it. That was, *whew* rough.

You’re a fucking dumbass. Where’d you go, first off? 

Um, first of all, rude. Second of all, not far enough, apparently. This shit’s fucked.

Lucky. We’re going to rescue a girl who’s been a prisoner. 

That didn’t go as well as I’d hoped...

Oh you know, relationships drama, rescue mission of a creepy girl, some punches thrown here and then, more relationship dramas. What were you up to?.

Damn, and I thought that’d be the highlight of the week. I’m glad I got my supplies all the more, now. Even if I missed out on some hot gossip. Like, the last couple of days have been absolute shit.

Anyone else been up since last night? Granted, I was passed out for a lot of it, but still. Maybe I could use a vacation.

Is there anyone who doesn’t need a nap at this point?

Punching, fighting, planning, some more arguing. So.. nothing really that different from how things normally are?

Yeah, sounds about right. Still, doesn’t hurt to get a status update. Things around here are always the same until they’re not. Last thing I need is to roll up on into a crisis situation with no warning and shit. I’m pretty flexible but there’s a line. Ain’t nobody got time for that!

I was wondering why the halls were so quiet lately. Where did you fuck off to anyway?

Same old really. A virgin sacrifice or two, an almost apocalypse and the inevitable interpersonal drama that happens when a small group of hot women fuck around. 

I know, not everyone can be as charismatic as I am, try as they might. It is what it is, unfortunately for you guys. And I needed to pick up a few things a bish can’t get in this sleepy excuse of a town. Don’t get me wrong, it’s charming and shit, but it’s hardly a hub of magical paraphernalia. 

If someone heard the loud music coming from the 4th floor, it was definitely not me, and I was definitely not needing the recharge after a totally not stressful weekend. And it will definitely not happen again.

That sounded like the most fake, untrue statement you’ve ever made, Triss. But you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do for your You Time. You don’t need to apologize for that. Though, if you’re going to make it a habit of blasting your music, you should consider a career in DJing or something. I’d listen.

Anyone got the notes from History of Witch Persecution? I skipped class this week. I’d really owe you one. 

For as much as I like the idea of you owing me, you know I didn’t take any notes. You didn’t miss anything. 

If everyone could do me a favor and keep an eye out for anything…weird…that they think doesn’t belong in the school - specifically something that is around ankle height - I would be really grateful. It’s nothing dangerous or anything to be worried about, just the sooner I find it, the better.

That’s probably the most vague and unclear request I’ve ever heard, Willow Wisp. Like, even for you. And even for me. And I was looking for a jar of dirt the other day....

Cam pushes it down. She pushes it all down and does her best to file it away. It’s harder to execute because being with Zara feels like she’s caught fire in the holiest of ways. It’s been like this for a while now, but she doesn’t want to think about it. She’s numb with the thought that she’s even put it out into the world – that she’s told Murphy before Zara. She instead focuses on the warmth of her skin. The static electricity between them. The way her heart thumps wildly in her chest because it knows she’s home now. “I won’t,” she whispers against her skin, terrified to pull away. Maybe it’s all a dream. 

The strong grasp centers her. Her scalp goes tingly with the promise the grip holds. “Make me. Please make me.” It slips out in a desperate way that should embarrass her, but Cam can’t find it in her to even think about it. Not when Zara’s so solid under her, voice filled with promise and something else… Something she’s not sure she wants to poke. She pulls back, eyes half lidded as she studies her. “Are you okay? Is this okay?” 

Zara could feel her adrenaline spike at the Cam’s words, satisfied with her answer. She knew that the blonde meant what she said- truly and fully- and that had a warmth and satisfaction unlike any other seeping through her bones. “That’s right, darling.” She murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple in a surprising show of tenderness. A moment of softness- the calm before the storm that they always managed to brew between them when they were together.  For as frustrating and upsetting as the other girl’s evasion of her was, she knew it was just Cam’s way. And while Zara saw nothing wrong with her actions, she knew it shook her more than she was ready to deal with in that moment.