just skating by

“Bless you,” she said under her breath, shaking her head in amusement. She’s forever grateful to him that if he does pick up anything too … personal from her he tends to forget it before it can cause too much trouble. “Funny you should ask. Things are drying up all of a sudden. It’s like something’s holding its breath. How’s your family holding up?”

His eyes didn’t quite meet hers; not unusual for him, honestly.  His gaze often took up the surroundings rather than the speaker.  The thoughts were around them, lingering in the air as dandelion seeds without direction.  Greta had a few differences, though---she was aware of it, aware of him.  And not meeting her eyes were more out of habit than catching those seeds.   A smirk, something out of habit too.  Witches and their cryptic messages; he’s known to trust those words above written ones.  “Same as always.  Nothing new on that front---I think dynamic duo got a new roommate though.  And yours?” He nodded to her, finally meeting her eyes as the air cleared.  

“Hey, Joe. How’s the peeping?”

@itsborrowedtime

“Just the usual incoherent mess.  How’s the spell casting?”

Reblog or repost and fill out the form all about what your muse would/wouldn’t be brave enough to do. Then tag any friends you’d like to see do it as well! Note that some of these aren’t smart things to do (don’t use Ouija boards or try getting into the Dark Web, bruh) but in this case, bravery and risk are both included.

My muse would …

[x] Spend the night in a haunted building [x] Go into a burning/collapsing building to save someone [x] Take a shortcut through a dark alleyway  [x] Stay calm with a weapon pointed at them [x] Be confident defending themselves from an attack [ ] Touch a dangerous exotic animal [x] Take someone else’s punishment to protect them [x] Travel to an unknown place by themselves [x] Spend a night in the woods alone [x] Witness (or join) Perform a seance [ ] Play a scary video game in the dark alone [ ] Explore a pitch black catacomb with only one no light [x] Contact the spirit of someone they once knew [x] Spend the night in a cemetery [ ] Sit in a room with one hundred creepy dolls [x] Hang their feet over the edge of a tall building [ ] Swim in dark, murky waters without being able to touch the bottom [x] Use or accept a powerful magic spell  [ ] Be covered in spiders, snakes, or other insects [ ] Go looking for the source of a mysterious sound late at night [ ] Spend an hour sealed up in a coffin [x] Go sailing miles from shore without any communication [ ] Use a Ouija board  [x ] Go diving in a dark, underwater cave  [ ] Climb through a long tunnel just big enough to fit through [x] Explore a spot where cult rituals were performed [x] Go walking late at night, alone [x] Spend the night in a home where someone was murdered  [x] Go surfing on the Dark Web  [ ] Play an urban legend game (bloody mary, the midnight man, etc…) [x] Stay home alone with a suspected killer on the loose [ ] Climb a dangerous mountain where many others have died on their way to the top  [x] Explore ancient ruins where strange things have happened [x] Touch a supposedly cursed object [x] Check out a creepy cellar or attic [x] Cross an unstable bridge over a huge drop [ ] Pick up a hitchhiker in the middle of the night.

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extraterrestrialrunaway:

Xanthe had been staring, looking at the male across the room.  He looked familiar.  She just couldn’t place him.  She glanced over at the sweatshirt she and Alec had been fighting over just seconds ago and pulled roughly, successfully tearing it from his hands.  With a triumphant grin, she waved at the stranger.   “And I’m Xanthe!  Hi!  It’s nice to mee—oh!  Oh, Chris Grey!  I saw you in Chalice Hearts.  So awesome.”  She turned to Alec, still grinning.  “How are you friends with so many cool people?  You didn’t tell us you hanging out with an actor.”

Alec had watched from across the room as his two friends introduced themselves to Chris.  He had heard Chris calling his name and maybe a part of him panicked because he hadn’t introduced Chris to, well, his world.  And that world was rarely introduced to others by Alec.  He hadn’t meant for it to be that way, it’s just that, well, they were two worlds.   He opened his mouth to say something to Xanthe, ready to take back his sweatshirt she was intending to wear on the walk to the house.  But of course he was distracted at the matter at hand.   “Chris, hey…”  He walked over to where Joseph and Chris were.  “Yeah, we’re about to have our…meeting.  But don’t worry about it.  It sort of came up.  So, what’s up?”

To say Chris was intimidated was an understatement. The elf made sure to keep himself in check, not wanting to make any flowers blossom around them. Chris accepted the hand with a smile, trying to act the part. “Chris. It’s nice to meet you. Any friend of the doctor here is a friend of mine, right?” 

Please don’t ask for an autograph, please don’t ask for an autograph. “I met him for a consult for a movie I’m in here soon. He gave me some insight in the mysterious world of funeral directors.”

The elf shivered at the feeling coming off the two people in the room, these  people are not human. Shifting on his feet he looked to Alec for some help. “It’s nothing serious, it can wait. I can come back later if you want?” It’s just a movie premier, why am I so nervous?

“S’alright-” Karina chuckled and pulled the small bag of coffee she had stolen from the hotel lobby the day before, ripping the small plastic until the scent of coffee, however bitter it was, reached her nose. She poured the contents into the filter and filled the machine with water before finding cups that would work best for them, cleaning them again with the bottom of her shirt. 

“I’ve never had much of barriers anyway,” at least not mental ones, “Didn’t really know how to control any of this.” She moved to take off her coat on her way back to him, passing slightly to toss the material on the bed but the process was difficult. There was a thought to curse herself for not going to at least the pharmacy to get some painkillers but even the thought of that was enough to send her reeling. 

Karina slowly pulled the coat off and set it down, turning away from him so he didn’t see her wincing until she released a heavy breath in her triumph. Maybe there was a bruised rib, a sprained wrist, more- she had to guess that with the adrenaline of the night and finding companionship in the mind of a stranger, it allowed her to forget. To forget for just a moment that she wasn’t such a fuck up. 

God, she was tired.

It took for that moment to realize, the weight of her coat now allowing her to feel her own strength how weak she really was. The heaviness of her thoughts, her fears, even her own skin was too painful to bear and she was lost in it, in that moment. And how selfish of her to drag someone else into her misery… But as the saying goes. For the company. 

“Do you ever feel,” she took a shallow breath, “Helpless?”

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