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The name Roman Harper was one of the few names she’d learned the first day she moved to the city. That alone should have told her of the reach of his influence, but maybe she should have tried searching for a photo of him online.

Then again, maybe if she had, their first meeting would have gone differently.

Maybe.

Either way, she ended up finding herself in a spot very very very few people, let alone women, found themselves in.

His arms.

Anya murmured sleepily, flinging an arm around a warm form that she knew, subconsciously, was him. And even in her sleep, she seemed to know that he was planning to wake earlier than usual because she clung to him, finally, slowly, waking.

“No,” she murmured. “Not until you promise to…to have lunch with me later.”

A pause, and she slowly opened her eyes, smiling, while her other hand began inching lower, lower...lower.

@blxcklcdgers gets a discussed starter for Markus XD

rain pelted the windows, and for the moment they were safe. Claire knew that it was only a matter of time, the Tyrants never did stop hunting once they caught the scent. persistent buggers, she'd give them that at least. but, at least they could be outrun, which is exactly what she and Markus had done. if anything, the presence of the Tyrant proved that they'd been right.

LA. Vancouver. Vienna. Amsterdam. She nearly got put on the flight to Osaka, but somehow she had managed to escape that one. And finally, after much persistence (and maybe a favor or two from other flight attendants), she had landed to her destination for a few short days: Paris.

It wasn't much of a secret that she had begged for a flight change the moment she had gotten the text earlier in the week. The extra few days off was a bonus for the brunette, taking it as a sign that she needed it and that well, it had been far too long since she'd seen Rafael last.

They had been texting since the last time they were able to reunite, occasionally slipping a few phone calls and video calls late at night if their schedules could allow for it. But finally? This was exactly what she wanted. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Brynn had finally started relaxing the moment she had closed the door; pulling up their texts to shoot one over to him quickly, nerves of excitement brewing within her.

💼 - Finally checked in. Made it safe. Let me know once you get in?

💼 - Your suggestion was perfect, the view outside my window is stunning.

Remy absolutely adored Alex. From the very moment they met, she felt something there – that spark, that connection. It didn’t hurt that he was incredibly attractive. It surprised her to find out he was interested in her. Remy struggled with her self-confidence when it came to her appearance, but, truthfully, Alex had helped her with that, at least to some extent, thus far. He could easily make her feel desirable, beautiful. And that boost of confidence is what had her shopping for a new dress with two of her cousins, knowing quite well they’d be honest with her, especially Nova. She was picking things outside her norm with the help of the girls. Finally making a selection, she was both nervous and excited for the evening out. Aspen couldn’t join, but was helping them get ready, the plan was to meet a couple other ladies they knew, and go to Alex’s club.

They’d both been busy lately, and Remy missed him. She had a night off, nothing to do early in the morning, but knew he was busy, figuring he might like a surprise visit. Arriving there, Nova stuck close to Remy, at first, knowing her cousin felt a bit self-conscious, ordering a few drinks. It wasn’t terribly long, though, before Nova went to go dance, leaving Remy at the bar. She stood near it, wearing a short dress with a small slit up the right side. It was a dark silver/gray color with just a slight shimmer to it, hugging her body perfectly like it was made for her, the neckline dipping just to give a soft, teasing amount of cleavage. She shifted slightly, the alcohol helping, but still not sure of the garment. It was much sexier than anything she’d ever worn before, but the moment her gaze looked on Alex’s, she visibly relaxed, offering him a smile, mouthing and signing to him, Surprise, not having told him she was coming.

eirlys sighed, shoulders slumping in exhaustion as the door to her shop clicked closed. she hadn't seen a need in disguising the purpose of her shop anymore, not in this day and age. those who needed to find her for more weight reasons always would, she made sure of that through hidden clues and runes and traces of magic, and those who found the occult or supernatural exciting or a new source of entertainment would allow her an additional revenue in the mean time. that was the plan, at least. she hadn't accounted for having to list of every herb and ingredient available on her wall and what purpose they had in a brew, salve, or hex bag.

her social battery was now empty and she cursed herself for every thinking she was going to be able to put on a smile and enthusiastic voice as she went into customer service mode for each new patron. what utter bullshit, she thought to herself with a deep bitterness, settling into her chair behind the counter. she allowed her body to melt into the cushions, a lazy hand reaching for the mug on the table next to her. earl grey with sweet creme, something familiar and soothing. she had allowed the hints of lavender wafting from the cup to loosen the stress from her shoulders and neck when the soft chime above the door alerted her to a new visitor.

"oh for fuck's sake—," she spat, hauling herself from her perch with a frown.

Entering the lair of an adversary always gave her a bit of thrill, if she were honest. Planting listening devices or leaving behind incriminating evidence were tasks one could leave to subordinate, but Kit preferred to be hands on, wherever and wherever she could. All the better if that involved a bit of sneaking behind enemy lines. Granted today's excursion wasn't exactly along the same lines, but she's get to test her acting chops, and my how she adored putting on a show!

So she sat in Noah Blackwood's office, more than aware nobody including the man himself had the faintest idea she was in here, ready to portray the poor, down-on-her-luck widow who'd been caught doing something she shouldn't. Kit would plead with him to not publish his expose on her (which was actually a work of fiction, from what she could tell from draft that had already made it's way into her hands), probably offer herself, to set a trap. And then her trap would close.

“ – You’ve been so different lately…”

𓂃 ⋆. ☆ @blxcklcdgers LIKED FOR A STARTER.