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“ WELL BY THE RULES, it’d actually be your turn to get us a round, ”   he points out, though his hand is already reaching out to flag down the bartender,   “ but in the interest of time, what can i get you ? ”   because maybe he DOES want to see when the removal of clothes is an option, even if she’s just being coy.

     THE OTHER’S SARCASM ANNOYS HIM, and he tries to not show it on his face, but he’s not too skilled at hiding his facial expressions. gabriel doesn’t say anything, but he does just roll his eyes. at least she doesn’t seem to be too annoyed like most people in new york. a dark brow raised at the scrutiny, feeling slightly uncomfortable. “no? or at least i don’t know you.” and now he doesn’t know how to feel if she knows him but not the other way around.

Sybil took a moment to respond, nodding her head side to side, thinking if they should tell Simone. Granted, with the murder of Rosamie and the scene that was left behind, they really should do anything different. “You see Sian, you know I’m one to not shy away from trouble. It’s not going to be dangerous, nobody will get hurt.” All Sybil wanted was to feel the rush of darkness that would surround her, typical dark magic spells weren’t doing it for her. “You in? I’m sure Simone won’t mind…” The last part was somewhat true. 

SIAN COULDN’T TELL if Sybil was trying to warn her off or entice her, but she was leaning more towards the latter. Loyal to Simone or not, there was something about getting her hands dirty again that had her inner golden retriever tail wagging. “Maybe someone should get hurt,” she countered, though speaking more to herself than anything. With the state of their world currently, perhaps it was time for a bit of chaos. And with that, a decision was made. “I think it’s time we get some answers Sybil, wouldn’t you agree?”

━ ( @siangrivaldi ) !

“SEE, THAT’S A MISCONCEPTION! You don’t have to be flexible already to do yoga. It’ll work on your flexibility and improve and strengthen it.” She laughs lightly at her following words. “Downward-facing dog, yes. Don’t worry, though, you’ll start easy and slow. It’s all about the baby steps and you’ll have an instructor properly guiding you through it so it’s done right,” she reassures her.

HARRY GASPS PLAYFULLY AT THE COMMENT, holding on tighter to his beer.   “ i resent that, ”   he tells her, with a smarmy smile that promises it’s already forgotten.   “ do you need to see my chest hair to make an accurate prediction ?   because i don’t mind… ”   his fingers move to his buttons, as if he’s going to start stripping right there. 

“ MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME, ”   simone tells her friend as she lets her into the apartment, glancing around to make sure that it’s as clean as she remembers it being only moments before. ares’ things have been stuffed into a nearby closet, and she used nearly an entire can of febreeze to try to mask the scent of a twenty-something man living there. somehow it still didn’t feel like enough, but it was probably just her.   “ wine’s in the fridge. ”   she didn’t want her friend leaving until they were particularly smashed, needing a night of relaxing, all without leaving her couch.   “ thanks for coming over. ”    @siangrivaldi​

Sybil noticed the many different documents and Sian’s eyes glued to the screen. She could somewhat relate – except she had an assistant and a financial assistant to help aid her with her business. Paperwork wasn’t her forte, charming & promoting was more so her thing. “You’re fine, love.” Replying as she sat herself in the chair, moving her braids out of her face as she tilted her head. “Hmmmm.” Thinking to herself as she went in circles in the chair, like a literal child. “I was thinking of doing something different… something dark, but different.” Saying as her eyes scanned the books to the right of her, all the many different grimoires. “Any ideas?” 

EYES FLICKERED UP at the description of something dark and different. As noctis witches, their practice always included an element of darkness, something unruly that most witches weren’t comfortable with. But for people like Sian, the non-squeamish kind, it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. “Something dark is expected, but different,” Sian paused to fold her hands beneath her chin, eyes zeroing in on Sybil, “different could cause trouble. It depends, are we telling Simone about this?”

open starter @duskstart​​

location : the wolf’s eye (or u can make it so it’s any bar if your muse wouldn’t come here) <3 

        Black painted finger nails wrapped around the drink in front of her. She could never perfect the way that the city made drinks. All she drank back home was Cambodian beer… which never satiated her alcoholic needs; but she settled for it. Putting the extra dry martini to her lips, eyes looking around the bar she hadn’t stepped foot in years, realizing she felt so out of place.

       It was like a pit that was stuck in her stomach, a constant feeling of nausea. Everything she had left behind, her son.. her then husband && the pack that allowed her to finally feel like she had sense of belonging. It was just a lot, the urge to flee again was still somewhat present. 

      Feeling someone approach her, she continued to face away. “No, I don’t need a refill and no I don’t really want to make small talk.” Head then slightly turning toward the other. 

“DO I LOOK like I survive solely off minimum wage?” The witch retorted with a quick up and down look at the woman. To dismiss her before uttering a word was one thing, to accuse her of looking like the help was just downright insulting. “God – I bet you’re fun at parties,” she mumbled before situating herself at the bartop.

OPEN STARTER // @duskstart​

     GABRIEL LETS OUT A LOW WHISTLE, and he’s paying more attention the black and white pit bull next to him. who knew leash training would be so difficult? but at least they’re getting somewhere. “good job, dash. you’re doing great,” he says with a softer tone than usual. he’s still trying to get the dog to warm up to him. the dog looks up at him, and he swears he’s smiling at him, but gabriel doesn’t look up in time to see the other before bumping into their shoulder. “shit, i’m sorry. apparently focusing on your dog walking instead of yourself does more harm than good.”

location :   alchemy lab, night

featuring :   @duskstart

“ LET’S PLAY A GAME :  guess my age, and if you get it right, i’ll buy you a drink. if you get it wrong… you owe me a drink. ”   the smile harry offers is impish, he can’t help himself.   “ come on, give it a go. ”

OPEN STARTER / @duskstart​

“LISTEN, I totally don’t mean anything by it, so don’t get offended, alright?!” She throws her hands up in surrender, preparing herself, before she claps her hands together and intertwines her own fingers. “But you look stressed. Still very pretty, of course, but stressed! Do you know the cure to that? Yoga.” As a yoga instructor, she’s definitely biased, but also after the event that transpired, everyone could use a few yoga sessions to calm their nerves. “Chamomile tea is great, too,” she adds with a smile, but stops herself there before she goes off on a tangent.

closed starter : @siangrivaldi

location : durand books 

“Hey, are we still practicing today?” Sybil asked approaching Sian, they were towards the back of the bookstore – away from anyone that was there. “I figured we could go to our usual place, but wanted to check in with you. She was itching to perfect her craft, it had been awhile and with the recent events she absolutely needed it… they both probably did. 

THE QUESTION PIERCED otherwise a record breaking silence in the bookstore; usually filled with a few patrons at all times, Durand Books had been somewhat of a ghost town. Whether or not it had to do with repercussions against the coven or just some weird reflection of overall moodiness that encapsulated the city, Sian had yet to figure out. But one thing was clear– ever since that night, things had changed. And the witch wasn’t sure if things would ever return to normal. Sian let out a hum in confirmation as Sybil continued to approach to desk they were glued to, laptop and stray documents covering the surface exhibiting an unusual messiness to the otherwise put together girl. “Sorry – been working from, well, here technically ever since..y’know. My job likes to act like they can barely function in my absence so I’ll be a minute,” Sian explained, gesturing to an empty chair in the process. “Anything in particular you want do today? Or the same old ‘double, double toil and trouble’?”

Hesitation hit him afterwards, shifting the plastic in his palm. His judgement was delayed under the haze of what he had already taken, but for Rhine, nothing was enough. Even if he was human, the changes that the fae realm did to his body often clipped the wings of his chemical high. He kept chasing it, and while he was warned that one day he’d burn himself in that flight, it was better than facing just why he craved the numbness. 

“And what is it?” He asked. 

“WONDERLAND,” SARCASM COATED their tongue as they tried their best to do a good Morpheus impression. “Do you want to see how deep the rabbit hole goes?” Trying to keep a straight face was nearly impossible after a moment, a slight giggle escaping their mouth after staring him down for several uncomfortable seconds. “I’m sorry, I’m clearly tipsy. It’s just an edible, my guy. You ever done weed before?”

     he  turns  to  face  the  other  ,  brows  furrowing  in  confusion  instantly  .   “  lady  -  ”   he  tries  ,  but  he’s  interrupted  .   “  yeah  ,  no  -  i  don’t  work  here  .   but  bathroom  is  that  way  ,  and  the  bar  is  over  there  .  ”   index  finger  pointed  at  said  locations  ,  and  a  sigh  leaves  his  lips  .   “  and  here  i  thought  i  was  rocking  this  black  tuxedo  i’m  in  .  ” 

THE TRUTH WAS like word vomit in their tipsy state, “Oh, yeah – no that suit is in desperate need of some tailoring. You look like you’re on your way to junior prom.” They huffed, distracted for a moment, blurry eyes searched and searched for a place to put their empty glass. Growing frustrated, they quickly dumped the tumbler in a potted plant. Not giving a fuck as they grabbed the boys’ hand and began tugging him, “Let’s go, you’re taking me to the bathroom. Buddy system, stranger danger, and all that, now…which way–” they paused to turn back around in the opposite direction, “this way, this way definitely.”