bring forth the shadows.

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NOW THERE WAS A PRETTY face “ as delighted as I come.” she states with a small smile, did it reach her eyes? hmm, would be up to the other. ezel spoke often times in a blunt manner, so no, she had no excuse for her actions. simply acted. it was no stranger that had approached her, the originals were known, or act least, ezel has heard of them. “perhaps you can point me in the direction of the local library.” she states with a smile, tone indicating she wasn’t being serious, though, it would give the other perspective in being mistaken as a tour guide. 

"well, I don’t know about the sad soul you just scared off, but I know for a fact I’m not a tour guide. so no, I can’t.” would fallon admit she had no idea where the library was? absolutely not. she would never show weakness of any kind. tilting her head ever so lightly, her eyes narrowed. “who are you?”

x

Coffee was a nice booster for an array of things, even if vampires didn’t necessarily need it. Nonetheless, Ardemis had gone the simple route and merely ordered an Americano that day, taking a seat at an open table. She had looked over to the person sitting nearby, and asked something though it seemed like her question wasn’t caught the first time. Arde smiled at her. “I was just inquiring about how their mocha latte is,” she explained, gesturing toward Isobel’s coffee. “I noticed you ordered it, I was behind you in line. There are various drinks on the menu I have yet to try.”

"oh.” izzy smiled, though her brain was still trying to catch up to the conversation. she shook her head slightly, as if trying to jiggle her thoughts into place. “yeah, it’s pretty good. it might be my favorite. starbucks wishes it could make it like this.” she had only been to the other chain shop a couple of times, but always ended up coming back to mocha...and their mocha latte. 

“The what?” Aurora yelled over the music. “You have a headless chicken in the oven?” Her brows furrowed as her body swayed side to side to the beat of the music. Taking in Agatha’s demeanor she shrugged it off blaming the miscommunication on the volume of the music. Either that or this girl was probably just drunk. They were at a bar, weren’t they? Either way, Aurora needed to stop worrying about the endless list of things she had to do. She came here to have fun that’s what she needed to focus on. The curly haired brunette took her small glass and raised it to Agatha’s “Cheers!” She put it to her lips swallowing it in one go. Her face contorted almost immediately at the taste of the alcohol. “I think I just drank nail polish remover!”

agatha simply rolled her eyes instead of speaking. the girl couldn’t possibly understand her very serious problems. who was she anyway? didn’t matter. she downed the shot, whooping loudly, though it was muffled by the strong bass of the music currently playing. she eyed the other with narrowed eyes, her focus a little...off. “that’s called vodka. you’re weak.”

to say agatha was a little bit tipsy was an understatement. she was in an annoyed, frustrated, ready-to-kill kind of mood. so it was no surprise when she ordered another round of shots and spoke up over the music, not quite caring if someone unaware overheard her. “the coven has been so fucking useless lately. they keep running around like headless chicken without a proper leader. so...” she raised her glass as if making a toast. “I’ve decided I’m going to be the new leader. they clearly need some guidance and I’m totally perfect for the role, don’t you think? cheers!”

coffee. lord and savior of those in need of an energy boost and their day brightened. isobel wrapped her hands around her cup, inhaling the amazing smell of her mocha latte. leaning back in her chair, she glanced around the store, curious eyes watching all the newcomers mingling with the townfolk. there sure were a lot of new people moving to ashwick. izzy couldn’t understand why. “huh?” she turned when her brain registered sounds near her, focusing on the person next to her. “did you say something?”

“he  was  bugging  me  not  too  long  ago  about,  like,  spending  time  with  everyone.  i  thought  you  were  here  as  one  of  his  little  errand  runners  ‘cause  he’s  busy  at  the  shop  or  something,”  jemma  explained,  orange  juice  just  nearly  sloshing  over  the  side  of  her  glass  due  to  her  habit  of  talking  with  her  hands.  and  in  an  uncomfortable  display  of  honesty,  felt  the  need  to  clarifiy,  “don’t  get  me  wrong,  i’m  not..  unhappy  to  see  you.  just  thought  julian  might’ve  been  the  reason  for  your  visit.”  

the  inquiry  into  the  whereabouts  of  jemma’s  fellow  housemates  was  met  with  a  shrug  of  her  shoulder,  and  she  shouted  out  with  a  volume  that  could  be  heard  through  all  of  the  house  walls,  “is  anyone  else  home?”  there  were  a  few  beats  of  silence,  and  her  gaze  went  back  to  her  sister.  “they’re  probably  all  at  work  or  something,  i  dunno.  why  do  you  ask?”

"oh.” june nodded along to jemma’s words, understanding dawning on her. “sounds like julian has made it a habit of nagging us all about spending time together then. he keeps telling me I work too much.” there was a slight roll of green eyes before jemma’s words registered in her brain. she wanted to smile, fully smile, but she knew jemma spooked easily nowadays. so she clenched her teeth, letting only a sliver of a smile show.