Slightly Darker ( AP)

And I’ve never loved a darker blue Than the darkness I have known in you, own from you You, whose heart would sing of anarchy You would laugh at meanings, guarantees, so beautifully.

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“ frankly speaking, i wanna give up. ”

“ they love me cause i’m hot. ”  

“ just try to guess the answer. ”

“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”

“ fine, do things your way. ”

“ i want to be in love. ”

“ no, i would rather make money. ”

“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”

“ because you said that, fuck you! ”

“ i hate you more than anything. ”

“ just sit down? let me explain? ”

“ can i be a little nasty? ”

“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ”

“ i want you to like me. ”

“ don’t you dare lie to me. ”

“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”

“ terrified of my love for you? ”

“ we were both afraid, shut up. ”

“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”

“ life’s too short to care anymore. ”

“ i dreamt about you last night. ”

“ really? what did you dream about? ”

“ i dreamt you chose me instead. ”

“ how did you become like this? ”

“ this isn’t any of your business. ”

“ i’m losing my mind, losing control. ”

“ you weren’t there! i needed you! ”

“ please don’t start with me, okay? ”

“ why do you always leave me? ”

“ this is all we have left. ”

“ i turned around. you were gone. ”

“ all i can think about is you. ”

“ wow, you look like shit today. ”

“ i called and you didn’t answer. ”

“ i wanna be a child forever. ”

“ today, my love is in mourning. ” 

“ your words felt like sharp knives. ”

                                                  i can smell your fear                                   the only reason that I’m here is to wreak havoc                                       everybody prayin’ that I’ll change, yeah                                 maybe one day, but tomorrow i’ll be back at it

                               ‘cause bad habits they die hard       

You have trust issues, not to mention They say they can smell your intentions You’ll never know the freakshow sitting next to you You’ll have some weird people sitting next to you You’ll think “How did I get here, sitting next to you?”

As immediately as she bristled against his choice of words, Astoria blanched. Had she just seen what she thought..? The walls that had dropped in her rage immediately began clicking into place. Her eyes scanned the bit of apartment she could see from window… did one of those photos move? Wandless magic? Had the Aurors caught up with Rodolphus? She had only just gotten him presentable to the public, they’d have to move again, always moving, this city was big enough they’d be able to find a place but, they had just settled. She had to convince him to leave, go back to Europe or something. They– 

His question lingered for a moment before Astoria realized she was meant to speak. She scoffed, “Americans.”, Hoping to cover her hesitation, the cold facade she’d long practiced returned, “I’m fine.” His other questions could stay unanswered, whatever his imagination filled in could only help them, throw him off their trail. She fought her instinct to put as much distance between them as quickly as possible and sauntered back to her door. 

             He calls back at her.

What would a Brit, obviously a posh Brit, be doing living way out here? A Brit with a baby who may  or may not exist.

 “I’m Maeken Sibley, it’s nice to meet you.” He knew that the woman would probably just ignore him. I’ll just call her crazy, if she doesn’t give me a name. 

“Or you could just ignore me and I’ll stand here talking like a crazy person...

“I’m in charge   

                                                                               little 

                             witch bitch.” 

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                               Harry Potter/AHS Coven OC

               Five years Roleplay Experince

                                       Mulit verse/ship, Crossover/OC Friendly

               Mun 21+, Muse 21+ verse dependent

                                                      Triggers/NSFW Tagged

                Dark Themes Encouraged

                                    Rated R+ for extreme violence, blood, gore, sex, && perversion

Walking down the street she blew a brown curl from her face as the sun beat down on her skin. Merlin it was as if it never stopped around here, Scotland had been cold but at least it had a nice breeze when the sun did decided to show it’s face.

                         But Nola…

In truth it had nothing to do with the town she could have been anyone and hated it. This was unfamiliar turf with people she didn’t know telling her where she should go and what she should do. If this was what it was like to have parents she has not been missing out at all.

Tying her cloak around her hips Milli took the rubber band from around her wrists and secured her hair into a ponytail feeling hot and aggravated as she noticed the stares from the people around her. They could not work her out, the Haitian kid that spoke Italian better than she did creole, she heard the whispers she wasn’t stupid.

Heading into the first shop she saw her surroundings were plunged into darker hues of brown and black. Crystals and plant life grew winding itself around the windows. This place was clean and smelled of magic something most people couldn’t detect but Milli had grown up around the scent of brewing potions incense and chanting.

Picking up necklace she walked further in wondering if it was worth paying for anything if the owner wasn’t around.

“Hello? Bonjour…I will steal your crap if you aren’t careful.”

                             darlin’ and ya gonna find yaself in a whole world of trouble.”

The little shop is dimly lit, the smell of incense  fills the room along with the just barley audible sounds of a conjurer record playing in the background. The small occult shop is packed to the gills with, herbs, ingredients, locked up cursed objects, candles, anything a with conjurer or any other magic folk might need, excluding wands. It even catered to the occasional muggle.

“I don’t have a problem if you wanna buy that necklace,

                                                                                         it’ll run ya 200.”

The caster stands as the women walks further into the shop. She looked slightly familiar to him, but he couldn’t put a name to the face. Which was odd because Maeken knew everyone in a 7 mile radius.