i’m your carnal flower i’m your bloody rose

“You’re probably right” Beck admitted with a shrug. Not that he was weak or couldn’t hold his own in a fight. But his desire to avoid taking a life meant that he tried his best not to fight with anybody. For that reason alone, she would probably win. His fear held him back. “The big deal is just because I’m a werewolf doesn’t mean I have to be a monster” he said. He’d been terrified of killing somebody ever since he was bitten, and now it look liked that fear had finally come true.

“You’re right about that one.” Vera straightened the room up as she talked. “You see, that’s something I’ve never understood. People end up somehow becoming magical or whatever and it goes to their heads. They think they can do whatever they want. It doesn’t work that way. There is still a balance to the world. You cannot just simply take and take, it catches up with you. I admire you for not being one of those people.”

Leo raised his brows in excitement when the girl agreed to see one of his tricks. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small origami swan. He held it out for her to take for a brief moment. “As you can see, this is just a simple piece of paper. Nothing, inherently, magical about it right?” He asked, grin wide on his lips. “Now, close your hand around it but leave a small opening with your thumbs.” He instructed, helping to guide her hands so they were clasped correctly around the small piece of paper. Keeping steady eye contact with her he raised her fist up to his lips and blew air into the opening on her hand. “Now, open your hands.” He said, watching with excited eyes as the swan flew up and hovered over their heads. It weaved itself in and out between their heads before Leo snapped his fingers and the piece of paper froze and fluttered onto his outstretched hand.  “Well, what do you think?” 

No matter how old she got, Nora was always stunned by magic. Perhaps since it was something she had never been able to do. Not jealousy, maybe... an admiration. She couldn’t find the word for it. The swan left her hand and flew into the sky. Her heart soared. 

“That was amazing! What else can you show me? I’ll pay the price! You name it!” Nora fought the urge to jump in place. It wasn’t everyday for her someone openly shared there magic. “Please, what else is there?”

Clay smiled at that. “You’re playing on my weakness” he said. “You know I can’t resist an offer that good.” He downed the last of his drink in a quick gulp. Then he sauntered over to the frat boys. “Hey” he said, tapping one of them on the shoulder. “I heard your buddy here bragging on the phone that he was sleeping with your sister.” He’d overheard enough of their conversation with his supernatural hearing to be aware the one guy had a sister, and figured this would be a good way to start a confrontation. “I just thought you’d like the heads up.” Then before the other guy could confront him about his lie, Clay walked back over to Vera. Leaning in to whisper in her ear, he said “Time to stand back and watch the show.”

She sipped on her beer and sat back and watched the magic happen. The boy who Clay had spoken to angrily sat his beverage down and went over to one of the other guys that was playing pool. 

“What the fuck have you been saying about my sister, you nasty fuck? As if my sister would sleep with you! Bro, I can’t believe you’d go and do something like that!” He got in the other guys face as his words slurred and he prodded at his chest.

Vera decided to let it get a little more heated. She had a long night ahead of her and needed a little more hype than this. Vera tilted her head towards Clay and whispered under her breath. “Feelin’ like making a bet?”

{go to a library or bookstore}

Nora walked briskly though the bookstore with a bounce in her step. She had always loved books, the smell was something nostalgic to her. “Hugo! Come here and look at this one!” She snatched a book off the shelf held the cover up to him. “This one is supposed to be pretty scary. It’s called, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. I heard they made a movie too! What do you think?” 

{go to a haunted house attraction}

“I’m not going to lie,” Vera looked around, “I thought these things were supposed to be more scary. What about you, chica? Should I put you in front of me? Or are you too scared?” She couldn’t help but tease her.

{How much your muse worries about appearance}

Not much. Vera is very confident in herself. Because of this, she doesn’t stress too much about her appearance. She finds herself attractive and that’s all that matters. She doesn’t care about anyone’s opinion when it comes to her physicality. 

{Can your muse write? How well?}

Nora is a bit of an artiste. She loves to write, especially poetry. She never really voices her feelings, because she is too busy worrying about everybody else. It’s a juvenile hobby, in her opinion. She doesn’t like to share her writing. She keeps journals. They can date all the way back to the 1800′s.

{Nora- Favorite time of the year}

Her favorite time of year is definitely fall. The air, the smells, festivities! You name it, she loves it. She feels at home during autumn. It’s a certain feeling she never grows tired of. It gives her something to look forward to.

@quaint-space / continued from here

“Probably” said Beck with a sigh. “If I just knew for sure I didn’t, then I’d have no problem telling them off.” But he wasn’t positive he wasn’t the one responsible for the killing, and that troubled him more than anything else about his current situation.

“Hey, something is going to work itself out, okay?” Nora didn’t know why she felt the urge to protect Beck like she did. Maybe it’s because she would want someone to do the same for her. “If you would like, I can talk to them. People shouldn’t be so quick to jump to conclusions.”

“You must be” Gabriel reassured. Then he shook his head. “Unfortunately for me, it came a bit too naturally.” He’d done horrible things in his years after becoming a vampire. It was only when he met his wife he’d changed his ways. “I was angry about losing my witch powers and I took it out on the world” he admitted. For him, it had been far too easy to manipulate and kill.

Nora felt her heart ache at his words. “The change is difficult for everyone... but for you it had to have been even more difficult. Going from one supernatural being to another, I can only imagine.” Nora couldn’t stop the words that fell from her mouth as her fingers traced a bottle. “It doesn’t excuse you from the bad that you’ve done. However, everyone is capable of doing bad. Just as they are capable of doing good. Don’t be too hard on yourself, yeah?” Nora realized everything she just said and felt her face flush in embarrassment. “Please, don’t mind me. I doubt you were looking for a speech when you came here for booze. I apologize!”

“Well, that’s a good thing” said Beck. “Because you’re body is almost as perfect as mine, and I’d hate to see someone so good-looking die on my account.” She was a looker, no denying that. “Hey, after the past few weeks I’m entitled to smile as much as I possibly can.” The murder was still looming over his head and he was enjoying a break from the weight he felt.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I may be cute, but I could beat your ass.” That probably came across too harsh, but she has never been one to elegantly take a compliment. Vera hadn’t paid much attention to the murder that had happened. She didn’t understand why this death was such a big deal. With a war going on, people were bound to die. Especially with both parties being as stubborn as they were. “I wouldn’t let it get to you too much. Vampires kill people all the time, what’s the big deal if you slipped during a full moon?”

You can take the con-artist out of the game, but not the game out of the con-artist. While of course, Leo was incredibly proud of the little shop he was running and the name he’s made for himself in Catskill. He was finding himself a little bored. The day seemed far too beautiful to be cooped up in his crowed store all day. Not to mention it was dreadfully slow that, so, Leo decided to close up early. A quick flick of his wrist and store was shut and locked and he was out on the town. 

Walking toward the street he crossed it quickly toward the park. Once there he set up quickly a little sign that read “Magick Tricks!” in beautiful script. There he was trying to woo anyone in close enough so that way, with a quick flick of his wrist he had made the profit of the poor soul’s wallet. He’d been at this for a few hours, impressing idiots with a lame excuse for a magick trick and then shooing them away so he could look at whatever he had snatched up. Was he too old to act like this? Sure, but it was a little fun with a lot of harm. Who could blame him? Not to mention it wasn’t all illegal. Once he had picked away what he wanted, a quick spell had the wallet back in its original home…just a little lighter. 

Perhaps he had gotten careless when he felt a pair of eyes watching him. Had he gotten caught? Or was it just another sucker waiting to be his prey? Trying to play it off cooly he turned to the person who was looking at him with a mysterious smile. “Bonjour!” He called out to them, opening his arms wide. “Are you interested in seeing a magick trick?” 

Nora needed to go for a walk. It was a nice crisp day, leaves lined the street and there was a certain kind of magic in the air. She threw on a nice lightweight jacket and headed out the door. Thinking to herself, she idly kicked at a stone and made her way to the center of town. On her way there, she saw a man posted up offering ‘magic’ tricks. 

She stood off the side and watched man as he interacted with some children. Nora couldn’t really get a bead on this guy. He seemed friendly enough, but there was something hidden behind that smile she couldn’t put her finger on. She wasn’t expecting him to address her.

“Oh, sure, I’d love some magic! Please, enlighten me to your magical ways, monsieur.” She slowly approached where the man was standing.

Clay snorted in both disbelief and amusement at Vera’s words. “Only five dollars?” he teased. “Surely such entertainment is worth at least ten.” But the truth was he’d do such a thing for free. He, too, was incredibly bored at the moment. Glancing around, he spotted a couple humans by the pool table. They looked like easy targets. “I’m pretty sure those frat boys are drunk enough that anything would set at least one of them off.”

Vera zeroed in on who Clay was talking about. The boys like the kind of people who had a ‘Saturdays are for the Boys’ flag hung up in their room. She couldn’t help the look of disgust that crept upon her face.

“Clay, if you start a fight between them and aren’t physically involved, I’ll let you have a free drinks for the whole weekend. You have my word.”