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@jcnathanknight

@josblackwell

She had tried desperately to find peace and sleep through regular means. Tea didn’t work, pills didn’t work, and basic spells and potions did nothing. Exhaustion through alcohol and sex only worked occasionally and the witch was growing desperate. All she wanted was to be able to sleep without reliving the worst premonition of her life. She had begun to read and she had begun to experiment, playing with darker and darker magic. Only Isabelle had known, and that was fine. Both knew it wasn’t safe so the less people who knew, the better. And then Joslyn found out and saw in Rosabelle a witch who would do anything to keep it a secret.

Sliding into the booth across from the Original at Purgatory, she studied her for a moment. “You have more things you want me to do?”

Hollow Grove was an absolute bore of a place to Joslyn who preferred the business of the city, but she was here and she would be damned if she wasn’t going to enjoy herself while she was here. She wasn’t completely dead after all. Sitting in the booth at Purgatory she was having her fun when Rosabelle slid into the booth across from her. A wicked grin pulled across the face of the original and she shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, I think I can find plenty for you do.” She said cooly wanting the young witch to sweat a little. “I could use a few potions, you know the kind that makes a man's insides melt away and he dies slowly. I’ve got a clave member or two I’d like to take care of. I could also use a few potions for weaking a werewolf. Feel free to get creative with it.” Joslyn said with a grin. 

“Wonderful, great advertising, even one of our CEOs doesn’t read our media.” she replied dryly, a small smile on her lips as she glanced at her younger sister. “Oh really? I thought this was my normal face.” she replied, before taking a more observant glance at Joslyn, “You doing okay?”

“I’m fashion remember, my job is to make things look pretty,” Joslyn said cheekily as she shrugged her shoulders. The shallow bravado was so much easier than appearing like someone who gave a shit. “I mean it does look oddly familiar so do with that what you will. I mean honestly when was the last time you got laid Mags you’re looking all sorts of... uptight.” Joslyn said lightly. “ I’m fan-fucking-tastic. I will be so much better when this whole thing is over and we can properly deal with these assholes.”

“Pardon me darling, it’s just so rare that a Blackwell that isn’t your brother crosses into my humble establishment.” he teased lightly, Of course, it wasn’t entirely true. Of all the Blackwells, Joslyn was just as likely as Lukas to be here, but he still made the dig. “You’re paying for that, by the way.” he replied, ducking down behind the bar to grab a bottle of his own, “I couldn’t give a fuck if you began to eat them in all honesty, though your siblings might frown upon it.”

“What can I say, its frowned upon and all that shit to drink at the competition's place but I was bored so I figured someone here might be able to entertain me. Don’t tell Lukas.” She said with a wicked grin that said she had something up her scene. Looking offended for a moment she shook her head. “Paying for it? I don’t even know the meaning of that saying.” Joslyn scoffed. “Ugh don’t remind me,” She pouted. “Everyone always has to ruin my fun, its a great disappointment.”

“Hey! Hey, that’s not fair, you cheat.” He rubbed a hand over his slapped chest and looked anywhere but her batting lashes and pout. “You can’t just pout and do that goo-goo eye thing and expect me to just do that!” It was working and he took one cautious step towards the device of his doom. “Rude ass.”

“I would never cheat! Joslyn Blackwell is not a cheater. You can ask anyone!” Joslyn declared shaking her head. They would say the exact opposite actually if she was being completely honest. “I would never do such a thing, I can’t help it if mean are weak to the pout and the eyes. I can’t be held responsible for someone elses actions Mako. It’s just not how it works.” She teased. 

“Why we gotta do a trial?” Tobias asked as he scrolled through the article on his phone, lounging comfortably on Joslyn’s bed. “We know what the motherfuckers did. Just let the town have at ‘em.” Trials were a sham in a half from the experience he’d had over the years, and the witches of Salem would not argue with him there. He’d downright slaughtered people and blamed it on innocents before. And they’d gotten convicted. That was proof enough that this whole thing was pointless and they should just skin the bastards alive. It’d save everyone a hell of a lot of time and trouble. What the hell more could they need, anyway? To fly in that one person who could say they were angels just to make it all seem up to code? He’d been flogged with vervain coated whips for doing far fucking less than his worst, but sure, let’s give the supremacists a stage to tell their tragic woe-as-me story. Let’s give Madge’s killers a chance to play victim. He sighed, closing out of the article before he crushed his phone. “I wish we could just fuckin’ publicly hang these dudes like in the good ole days. Now that’d be fun.” @josblackwell

“The hope is that all the crimes of these assholes will come out in a trail. We all know how this ends for them. I mean Cecile got her heart ripped out, but that ended in a whole safe haven being bombed so I think its got the rest of the council on edge a little. Which is rich given that 90% of them can’t die from a bombing anyways.” Joslyn said shaking her head, she was a consulting member of the council so she didn’t really have a vote but she knew diplomacy was the name of the game these days, it was eye-roll worthy if she was being honest. “I mean I’m not opposed. I’ve got a few ideas myself. You know the Salem witch trials were definitely inventive times. Let them die at the ideas of the humans they hate so much. That will teach those assholes for crossing us.”  Not that Joslyn really disagreed with the whole concept. Supernatural clearly were superior to humans and it was stupid for them to live any other way but that didn’t mean you put the whole community at risk. They had better enemies to deal with. Like werewolves. Actual foes at the same caliber as themselves.

He had been back all of two minutes when he’d seen the news about the Clave attacks, sighing a little as he threw the notice onto his desk, stepping down into Nina’s as he glanced over the crowd. The Clave was still on his mind, the aftereffects of Blood Moon still in his mind. Finally, he settled on something in particular, brows contorting in confusion. “What the fuck is going here hm?” 

Joslyn made her way to Nina’s when she needed a change of scenery from Purgatory or she just plain wanted to torture Nick. Given that she’d heard he was back she figured the latter was a good reason to visit tonight. That’s how she found herself perched on the bar top drinking his oldest bottle of bourbon straight from the bottle with Cheshire grin on her lips. “It’s called drinking love, it’s what one does in an establishment like this, is it not? Don’t be such a downer. It’s not like I’m eating your customers, it's tempting after all. ” 

Maggie’s phone had been ringing off the hook since the announcement that there would be a trial of the Clave members. It was time they put the issue to rest, and this was the only way it could be done, but it meant there would be a lot of sleepless nights ahead for the original. She was sat, for once, outside the Society Cafe, coffee in hand and a newspaper that had been left discarded on the table when she sensed someone nearby. “Sorry, did you want this?” she asked, holding the paper?

Joslyn looked over at the newspaper and then back to her sister. “Please, I don’t read that garbage.” She joked it was ironic because it was a Blackwell Media paper after all. “You look stressed Mags.”

“I go hard. Get what’s mine. Take what’s mine. I’m a star,” Tobias sang along with the queen, the other queen bee on his shoulders to see above the others. The night still felt young, and with Bey getting close to finishing her set, he knew he and Jos still had a whole night’s worth of shit to get into. It felt like a good pump up concert to whatever that turned out to be. As far as he knew, though, the first order of business was buzzing back into the Beyhive. With any luck, the last order of business was Josie sittin’ on him in other ways.

When the song ended, he tilted his head up and yelled to be heard over the crowd. “You ready to head back yet? I’m tired of hanging around the teenie boppers when our girl’s waitin’ for us.” @josblackwell

Monster Jam might be the only event in this godforsaken town that Joslyn actually enjoyed. It was an excuse to run buck wild with very little supervision and there was only person who could keep up with Joslyn. Swaying on Tobias’s shoulders she sang along to Beyonce. Hearing Tobias she grinned, flipping herself off his shoulders, years of death dealer training coming well into handy. She stood before him with a girl, “We should go before I eat one of these teenie boppers. the smell of cheap body spray and desperation is really too much for me. Come on, I want to play.” She said swinging around dramatically tossing a look over her shoulder at him. “Let’s have some fun.” 

She’d unwound a little, a few beers in and a light buzz running through her veins, Maggie swayed a little to the music as she listened to the performance on stage. She loved music, all kinds of music, and so the Monster Jam had become her favorite event over the years. She had been so wrapped up in the music she hadn’t noticed someone near her, “Having fun?”

Joslyn was living her best life. Monster Jam was something she lived and breathed every year even if she avoided Hollow Grove like it was the plague most of the time over the years she always found her way back for this. Looking up she saw Maggie and she grinned like the devil. “Hell yes I am, the real question here is. Are you having fun?”

“I don’t care if you’re the hottest woman in the world, can kick my ass and make me sing Yankee Doodle Fuck Boy, I ain’t doin’ anythin’ about that shit,” Mako pointed at the Slip’n Slide and emphatically took a step back. “No. No, ma’am. You know how many times those fuckers have hidden rocks that tried to bruise my balls? No. You do it.”

He wasn’t acting like a petulant child, dammit. He was acting like a self-aware, only mildly petulant man with a preference of no bruises on his jewels.

@josblackwell

Joslyn was having the best time of her life, the party that was Monster Jam was the only Hollow Grove event that happened every year. It was far less wholesome and all the noise made it very easy for her to get away will sorts of things. Watching as everyone ran around them screaming she looked up at Mako with a grin. “Oh for fuck sake,” Joslyn said with a pout. “You are literally watching person after person goes down this thing with no issue. Come on big boy, it will be fun.” She said slapping him on the chest. “Come on, for me?” She said batting her eyelashes at him.

“You have a point,” he said, pointing a finger at her. Although her lack of faith in his ability to woo someone quickly was just painful. “My sincerest apologies, Miss Joslyn,” he put a hand over his heart, mimicking her hoity-toity accent, “I perish the thought of tarnishing your reputation with my foolish accusations.” He snorted at her dramatics, leaning back in his seat as he listened to her go into what her two truths and a lie were. Not a damn one of those were in any way, shape, or form something he associated with Jos, though. Which made him let out a guffaw, taking the shot for the hell of it. “Maybe bullshit will be our always, because those are all fuckin’ lies.” He ran a hand over his mouth, trying to think of how he wanted to play this now. If he just lied like she did, she’d sniff that out. Hell, chances were she’d sniff out the right ones no matter what he did. So instead, he just decided to make all his truths. “Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are my jam, I can do all the dances from Dirty Dancing, and DuckTales ain’t half bad T.V.” He grinned his shit-eating grin, and leaned in closer to Josie. “Think you can nail me?”

“I have a lot of points, I mean you should know at this point that I’m always right though. Don’t ever make the mistake of doubting me again Pierce.” Joslyn teased before giving a proud smile. “Don’t worry dear Tobias. You are forgiving for putting such terrible things out in the world.” Joslyn drawled in her thick English accent and it was nice to be so comfortable in someone's presence. A millennium together Tobias was literally the definition of her ride or die as the kids would call it.  “What you can’t see me in some bullshit pop singers perfume? You insult me.” Joslyn said rolling her eyes dramatically. It was all complete bullshit and he was absolutely right, that was the fun of it. “Nail you? OH hunny I’ve done that more time than I can count.” She teased as she leaned closer to him a teasing grin now as her hand wondering up his chest. “But see for once you aren’t full of bullshit at all because your cheesy ass loves all of that shit, don’t even play.” 

“I’ve actually managed to hang onto the same assistant for six months, baby steps. Next one will be actually competent,” she replied with an amused smile before she handed a glass of wine to Joslyn and sat down. “No, just… introducing you to a different concept. Plus the fact that there’s certain things needed for certain discussions,” she replied with a more gentle smile. “And, this discussion called for wine and chocolate.’ she shifted to sit opposite her sister. “So, that text…”

“Don’t hold your breath, lower expectations lead to less disappointment.” Joslyn offered her sister with a small shrug of the shoulders. Joslyn took the glass of wine from her sister eagerly she took a drink from the glass. “Aww see now, I try to avoid any kind of conversation that involves wine and chocolate so that explains a lot,” her mood had turned quickly and she looked down feeling those emotions once more taking over her. “Yeah, that text.” She drawled hesitantly. “Moment of weakness.” She muttered. It wasn’t common for her to show emotions like this.”