#avxvidalis

When it came to the Vidalis family, the former witch had really only known them from a distance. Their faces had been familiar and she knew of their importance to the local community, but it had always been from word of mouth and not so much direct contact other than the occasional shop visit. That was until she met Adelaide, which helped with the installation of personalities instead of just names with vague faces. Then there was the whole incident with becoming a lawn ornament, as Lucian had put it, at their estate and the ripple effect was care packages with ‘deepest apologize’ notes from the clan. Daphne still remembers Ava’s, hand delivered with homemade cookies and pastries that were mostly eaten by her father. But even with all that history and connection, the water genasi was still surprised to see the youngest member, “Hey, Ava.” She offered a small wave, noticing how tired the witch looked as she made her way to the counter of the coffee shop. It was probably better to have just let her grab her order and head out quickly, especially given how much Daphne was privy to the happenings within the home. On top of the fact that their same coven was supposed to reject people like herself. Though it was too late for that as the witch’s soft hues lay on the genasi’s and Daphne offered her a tender smile.

Same crowds, different day. Asclepius's Herbs brought in regulars and new faces alike, the busy hours keeping Daphne from constantly checking the clock to see how close they were to closing time. She enjoyed that, even if a day of faking pleasantries wasn’t exactly her idea of fun, it still allowed her some level of taking in new experiences and practicing her craft. But that didn’t always stop the irritation of seeing a Vidalis wander through the door, even if Ava was the most gentle of the coven. The streets of the bay had seen, for a moment, that two could at least be civilized when the moment called for it— but that would hardly stop the young genasi from playing at much kindness outside of that setting. “Got something specific you are looking for?” bits of how inconvenienced Daphne felt leaking out into her words. She already had to deal with Atlas on a part time work basis and she was enjoying running the place without his hovering. Maybe if she got the items the Vidalis girl needed, Ava would be out the door in no time.

wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle?

the fool: do you have any nicknames?

my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

Okay, so admittedly, taking her young coworker out for drinks was not Maven’s best idea. How was she to know the girl was such a fuckin’ lightweight though? She can’t even enjoy herself properly, eyes carefully peeled on the younger witch instead. She wants Ava to have a good time, that’s true, but she underestimated just how much trouble the girl could managed to get into. Maven would turn her back for five seconds, only to find Ava completely disappeared from the space she was previously occupying, and then proceed to spend the next ten minutes hunting her down across the club. This is the second time within an hour it’s happened, and quite frankly, Maven is ready to pick her ass up and carry her out the door to go home when she finds her. Thankfully, she spies the little witch at another bar across the club, and weaves her way through the crowd to slide up beside her. Maven knocks her the arm to get Ava’s attention, displeasure evident in her tone and expression. “Hey! I thought I told you not to wander off again! What the fuck are you doing?” She scolds, and it’s easy to play the part of irritated chaperone, but really, she’s just concerned for Ava. If anything happens to her under Maven’s watch, she doesn’t think she could live with herself. “Come on, kid, I think it’s time to cut you off, before you decide it’s time to start dancin’ on tables or streakin’ through the park. Your mom would kill me... both of ‘em.” 

Corinth sure did like their parties and he couldn’t find himself able to stay away from them. This one was a bit fancier, he felt a little out of place, but he wasn’t one to miss a party even if the dress code did have him buttoning up his shirt a bit more than usual. There was a lot more mingling involved in something like this, but he sort of left that kind of thing to Niko or Safiye, whoever else he was with at the time, chose to observe and sip on champagne that tasted expensive. People stood off to the sides talking and drinking, but it was boring at best. The music wasn’t anything he particularly cared for either and so he continued drifting around the room until he spotted someone who looked just as uninspired as he was near the balcony just outside the doors on the other side of the room. 

A witch, possibly younger than himself physically, all dolled up but just as bored. He’d deemed her too pretty to be sitting by herself and he’d told her this and he hadn’t really expected it to work, but there they were just out of reach of everyone else twirling away on the stone balcony. He was rusty, just a bit, it wasn’t like this kind of thing was part of his normal scene, but he’d take it if it’d amuse him for a moment. He’d told her that too, when he missed a step, as a means of defense and he couldn’t help but crack a genuine grin when she laughed at him. 

Acromantula: Has your muse saved a life? No.

centaur: has your muse experienced a physical altercations?

All the time, at least.. he did when he was alive. He was known for his physicality in most instances, altercations were certainly not left out of that equation. Orion enjoyed it, really.. his strength and physicality was his schtick.  Now? it’s still not unheard of in this state, however, he finds them a little less exciting, since... physical touch with the wrong intentions does little more than grant him another soul to guide through to the afterlife.. it’s not nearly as much fun when you can’t bleed or bruise or feel the satisfaction of bone beneath hardened knuckles.

mermaid: how does your muse connect to water?