#bt.starter

Matt was dead. It just didn't seem real. And Caroline was just stuck. Stuck in her head, stuck in the prison world, just all around stuck. She had been sitting in her home for what seemed like hours trying to distract herself, but it was no use. Normally, being stuck in the prison world didn't bother her this much anymore. And she knew that outside of the prison world, she would have outlived Matt. But this was Matt. He wasn't supposed to go yet. They had been a couple before, ages ago now, but still… she hadn't been ready to lose a friend. Especially when they all thought they couldn't die. This added another layer of fear to her mind. She needed to clear it. Caroline stood up from her spot on the floor, where she had been organizing the bottom shelf on a bookshelf (which was done now because of course she couldn't have left if it was still a mess) and went outside. She plastered a smile on her face and started walking. Where? She wasn't sure yet. But surely being outside would be beneficial.

🌙 — Spells required privacy. That was what the last three decades of her life had drilled into her. The cemetery was perfect, long since vacant of ancestors and most prying eyes. Returning to New Orleans was still overwhelming, and Hope found herself sticking the the night and shadows... a luxury her werewolf siblings did not have, as the full moon shun bright above her. Suddenly, her eyes flashed gold. "I'm in the middle of something," she warned casually, as if scolding a younger sibling for entering her room. If she had to up the ante, she had the means. "Please leave."

✨ — while lizzie saltzman had learned a lot of things over the last forty-six years, navigating by memory alone was still not a strong suit - let alone in new orleans of all places. in addition, considering she didn't know how long they would need to stay ( or even have the opportunity to leave ) , she needed to be prepared for whatever the moment called for - including a locator spell. of course she could use her phone - though it did make the touch screen hard to use with blood smeared all over it ( a fact she had to learn the hard way ) and it wasn't as good as an old fashioned map. she stopped at a few stores until she struck gold - "thank you to whatever boomer gas station owner thought that we still needed paper maps in the year twenty twenty-nine..."