Oh my God, do I try

“your boyfriend, he’s a werewolf, right?" 

lucky sneaks a glance to lucas just an aisle across from her. she doesn’t hold back a grin as she lifts a mud covered denver broncos jersey. "what gave it away?” she asks back. 

“a hunch.” lucas replies with a snort. “also i can smell him from over here.” lucky shakes the dirt from the jersey, dropping it into the wash. “it rained the night before the full moon. he tracked so much mud in…” she explains with a sigh. 

lucas rounds around the washing machine. his usual plastic neon cup of slushie blood in hand. lucky wondered what he mixed it with tonight. raspberry maybe. or monster. can vampires get an energy rush from that?

“i had a werewolf roomie once.” lucas says, lifting himself easily onto a machine, his legs swaying slightly. “that lasted about a month.”

“they tracked mud in?”

“dead rodents.”

lucky grimaces and lucas grins. “guess that’s something you’re use to?”

“i’ll be honest.” lucky nods “i prefer chocolates.”

lucas chuckles under his breath, leaning back on his hands. “so you’re human, right?”

“mmhm.” lucky confirms. “one of the few ‘round here.” she adds, dropping in more muddied and slight torn shirts to the washer. 

lucas takes a sip, biting lightly into the straw. a quiet string of curses leaving him when a fang punctures into it. “you don’t mind all the vampires, ghosts, fairies, witches? i mean i know you have a tolerance for werewolves.” he says with a teasing smile. 

usually it was something that would have made lucky want to roll her eyes to the back of her skull, but lucas’ smile was infectious. fangs and all.

“i don’t.” lucky replies. “i mean where else are you going to have a gargoyle as a neighbor? i could do without some of the fairies sometimes trying lure me into a ring…”

lucas cringes. “they’ve almost gotten me a time or two. well, besides me of course, any other friends? or did a few imaginary folk move into town with you?”

lucky tosses a soap packet at him.

“shut up, no. i mean, yes…not imaginary!” lucky huffs, blowing a curl from her eyes. “i have other friends.”

“easy there, cowgirl. i was only teasing.” lucas hops off the washer and grabs the corners of the quilt lucky had began to fold, helping her. “humans, too?” lucky shakes her head. “nope. ones a witch, ones a fairy, and the other is a gargoyle." 

"nice.” lucas comments, folding the quilt over clumsily. “bring them around one night, it’ll sure liven this place up.”

lucky begins to grin slowly and this time lucas is the one to huff. “you know what i meant. c'mon, i’ll get us some chips. from vending”

“can you atually eat them?” lucky wonders out loud, snapping her mouth shut. 

i goofed around on that haunted portrait maker i didn’t make anything spooky cause i’m a loser and i just wanted cool old looking painting of my girls for reasons

their whispers are tinged with giggles. but none of the words are stumbled or stuttered. smoke curls around their bodies and it rivals even the sleekest of silk.

“one more drop, love.” ophelia hums against yang’s neck. “just for luck.”

yang looks thoughtful and she adds one more drop of the dark liquid. the room glows bright and their shadows that cast against the wall seem to spin in a dance together.

“well.” yang remarks, her fingers curling into opehlia’s hair. “i think we found just the right recipe, phe. and here they warned us.” she sighed, “maybe they were just scared we’d perfect it.”

brenluck + vacations

though i think it’d be tricky for them to go pretty far for vacations, it’s not to say brennan and lucky don’t pack up a few bags and just head out to like wherever they can on the road. they’ve hit nearly all the states (minus alaska and hawaii). they’ve got passes to universal in florida, so that tends to be a usual destination spot. also disney for star wars weekend.

ireland is their main goal, they have like twenty jars they drop loose change and a few bucks in, as well as a separate savings account just for it.

ophelia + music

ophelia loves music. she grew up in one of the most musical cities, and has a love and appreciation for jazz music. one of her most prized things are old records of the big names in jazz; louise armstrong, billie holiday, jelly roll morton. but ophelia loves music, it’s pretty common to hear music playing while she’s studying, working, or just lounging around…

merlynn + classic literature vs trashy romance novels

since she was able to read, merlynn’s father made sure she always had a book of classic literature to read, from all around the world and from home. especially arthurian legends. trashy romance novels are her guilty pleasure and great escape. 

she bought her first one from a little mundane book store after a rare quiet night hunting. it was a classic bodice ripper. a roguish duke and smoldering heorine. merlynn was hooked.

<3 i luv her. terri and beth would get along so well though? ew

i would absolutely dread that meeting. but this also got me thinking about what sort of woman/mother terri would’ve been if she hadn’t fallen into substance abuse

Lucky’s curls never allowed her hair to remain in the fashionable bun many of the ladies wore. By noon more than one stray curl would be laying in a wild frizz against her cheeks and the back of her neck.

Her mother often considered taking shears to her head. But Terri found that the look would never compliment the wide and round spectacles that graced her daughter’s face, and made her eyes look two times as big. 

“I will never understand why you must spend all day gazing at the sky.” Terri lamented with an exasperated huff. Lucky only tore her eyes away from the graying sky for a moment to give her mother a look that matched her tone. “It’s-”

“Unbecomin’ of a lady.” Lucky finished, turning back to the small notebook on her lap. Various sketches of clouds and and bolts of lightning decorated the pink tinted pages, numbers dotted along them. Weather had always peaked her interest. Now she had gone through three changes of climates. From the warm and humid air of Georgia, to the colder and dryer air of Colorado, and now to the equally cold and wetter air of London. 

Terri’s lips tightened. “That accent.” She practically groaned. “We will be very fortunate to find a gentlemen willing to over look it.”

Lucky held back on the urge to roll her eyes heavenward. “Along with my hair, and round face, and freckles, oh, my height…” She listed, mentally checking off the flaws Terri picked out since the very day Lucky had set foot on soil.

“Mother, if turnin’ me into a more ‘proper lady’ is becomin’ too much work for ya, and I do understand how the ladies here in London can be frail, I am more than happy to return home to save ya grief.”

The sound of the thinnest pin falling against the thick carpet beneath their feet could be heard.

“Nonsense.” Terri replied slowly. Lucky felt a shiver crawl up her spine. A chord was hit, obviously. But Lucky didn’t feel a single bit of guilt. Her mother had been the one to up and leave their small family, declaring there was no love she felt any longer for her husband- not since there was much money to be found to his name any longer and made a quick way back home to her title and riches waiting in England. 

Not a single word or even notion that she was alive was heard from Terri until Lucky’s eighteenth birthday, when Terri all but demanded Lucky be shipped over in time for the Season. It was moments like these that Lucky wished her father had simply tossed the letter into the fireplace. But there was a chance to travel and a time to be away from that devil she had to call a stepbrother.

“I suggest” Terri began, strolling over “that you pull your pretty, frizzy head from the clouds and begin to appreciate all I do for you.” she finished with a harsh snap. With a quick snatch, the notebook flew from Lucky’s lap and across the room. 

Lucky felt her breath vanish for a moment as it slide dangerously close to the open flames of the fireplace. Terri gave her a smile that did not reach her eyes.

“Gather yourself and a fan. Lady Dalton will be here any moment to help tutor you on some more refined manners.” She said more softly, all traces off the hard tone gone. Patting down the stray hairs on Lucky she sighed. “Perhaps she can remedy what you’ve become, my dear daughter.”

might do more later on seeing how i feel or what i think of

kendra had a pretty stellar prom dress, it didn’t last long cause terror twins were making a scene somewhere, and she was the closest by. kendra got back to prom just half an hour before it ended. 

she found herself at a 24 hour pizza parlor waaay later with louise, brennan, and bennie all in their prom get up (cept for bennie) kendra and bren had a slow dance outback under the street light

jean snuck into prom when she was a freshman, so that mean’s 80′S PROM, course she wore the flashiest dress she could get away with and even got a dance in with the prom king before she was found out. she had no single regret from that night

lucky almost lets clyde pop her cherry on prom night before she changes her mind, thinking it’s too cliche and they’re both buzzed anyway, clyde agrees and they spend the night watching the jurassic park movies

danny breaks his ankle at prom, not dancing or doing anything ridiculous, he just slips on a spilled drink, as he’s being wheeled away he calls out “and that’s how my run for prom king came to a bone crushing end”

he gets booed

nellie is on the planning committee, and put so much into planning prom and having things set up, that by the time prom rolls around, she falls asleep in the back on a row of chairs for the first hour of prom and misses the first slow dance

kendra then!

10: their fashion sense

a+, kendra always had an eye for making a simple outfit really stand/pop out. when she gets involved in the pin up scene she accessorizes more, and puts modern twists on vintage looking clothes. she’s a very fashionable hero and detective 

11: their family life

before it all came crashing down, kendra had a great family life. it was literally just her, her dad, and grandfather with some cousins who would come by. but kendra had such a strong bond with her father and grandfather, she felt like she never needed anyone else in the world

12: their romantic life

1: their voice

raspy. like starting from age 12 and on, verg kinda has this rasp to his voice that kinda starts off light, then as he grows older, it sounds more gravelly and harden he literally sounds like daryl dixon (it’s funny cause norman is his older fc too haha)

2: their smile

BOY HAS THAT HEART BREAKER SMILE TO A T. But really, it’s just so nice when it’s genuine, cause it’s a smile that’s real and reaches his eyes and i can go off on a tangent about verg’s smile i could write an essay 

 18: how they sleep

verg is a sloppy bed hog jc, like we get it you’re tall stop. literally all sprawled out, his head under the pillows, tangled in the bed sheets) and good freaking luck waking him up. verg actually slept though a hurricane once. 

20: their reaction to a mystery love letter

4: their insecurities - ophelia

kinda like who she really is or sees herself as. her parents expect one thing, maybe a former crowd she use to spend time with before expected another   

20: their reaction to a mystery love letter - domino

at first he’d think it was a joke cause, who would ever send a mysterious love letter to him? then seeing that okay maybe whoever took the time to write and give it to him was being sincere, it’d have him a bit pink in the cheeks and wondering who

16: their dreams - merlynn