#event:004

Most humans that walked into The Bubbling Cauldron knew better than to aimlessly wander. They walked in, bought their items, and walked right out. Even more so ever since the godling had decided they worked there, much to Rhiannon’s distaste. The one that had walked in a few moments ago, was not aware of the unspoken rule of the shop. Must be one of those Mari Lwyd chasers. 

Rhiannon didn’t even bother to turn to the human, stocking the books on one of the old bookshelves. “If you’re here for information on the Grey Mare, I don’t have it. Ask someone Welsh.”

The dress clung tightly to the curve of her outline, eyes slowly gazing at the others in the room. Oh, this was fun, she thought to herself as Melissa stood there with a tall drink in hand and a smile that resembled the devil on his favorite day. All she could do was kink a brow in Johnathan’s general direction when he came into view; the loose puppy was without his own child-bride, her flaky attempt at keeping the smirk from her lips had all but vanished. 

‘‘Johnathan, my dearest---’‘ Melissa purred, her voice soft but hardened. The words along made her cringe on the spot, an unfamiliar sensation using such sweet words for a man that deserved anything but on the best of days ‘‘--- If looks could kill, I’d be chucking dirt on your grave.’‘ Pursing her lips, she gave him a once over. ‘‘Someone else on the cards already? She isn’t younger than Jess, is she?’‘ Melissa was finding this so entertaining, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to stop; But her hopes of seeing the behind of the brunette had her even more invested. 

As he wandered, hot drink in hand and cuddled further into his jacket, Olivier wondered why he’d decided to come here alone, maybe it was the fact that Etienne was in such a bad way, that he felt wrong to go with anyone else, or the fact that he knew he’d at least bump into people that he knew. But when his eyes zoned in on a certain blonde, he couldn’t help that flutter that seemed to errupted in his chest, only for it to die just as quickly.

A man with his hand upon her waist, and he couldn’t help it as he stared, it was that look, the one that he’d often try to keep at bay --- a pure look of jealousy. Olivier gulps thickly, wondering if his feet could move him in her direction, or if they’d stay planted in the spot he occupied. Oh god, no, he thought; was this the guy? The one he had to compete with? A sigh fell from his lips.

Man up, he grunted internally as he finally carried himself in her direction.

‘‘Happy Halloween, Lisette.’‘ He half smiled. 

📸 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐣𝐟𝐜 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 📸

i invited my senior prom date but his wife said no.

When there was screaming and people running around, Anastasia didn’t know what to do. Her first thought was to look for Hunter, Cade, and hell, even Caspian. She never had experienced this before. But there was too much noise, too much movement for her to find anyone. She felt a gut feeling inside of her. Something wasn’t right, and it wasn’t just the screaming. It felt like something was definitely getting away from her. Almost like a pull.

People were getting pushed back into the ballroom, but she was pushing herself out. She needed this feeling to go away. To reassure her that there wasn’t something missing. She made her way to where people were getting pushed from. The walk down the hallway made the feeling get worse. It was almost like she couldn’t breathe. Her lungs heavy as her feet moved closer and closer. 

There were people telling her to move away. She couldn’t even hear them. It was like a magnetic pull. No, something wasn’t right. When she looked into the room, she noticed a blonde. She let go of the breath she was holding. She didn’t know the other. But then her eyes wondered to a second body. An all too familiar one. “No..” She softly said as tear prickled her eyes. “No...no no..” She wanted to move closer to inspect it herself. It was a joke. It had to be a joke. 

She couldn’t hear anything else. Her mind was filling with confusion and heartbreak. Caspian couldn’t be dead. He was unkillable. She felt arms taking her away. She couldn’t even fight it because she felt her legs get weak. Her hand almost reaching out. She needed him. He was her only sort of family. “Caspian!” She cried out as she started to fight against the arms that were pulling her away. “Stop it!” She tried to wiggle out of their grip, but there was too much emotions moving through her. “Stop it! No!” She screamed. Anastasia felt a burst of emotion as she was shoved into the ballroom. Before she knew it the ground slightly shook around her as did the walls when she screamed out. The lights popping all around as glass shattered. She didn't seem to care who was around her. She fell to her knees and cried into her hands. She had no one now.