#nolaverse

“Hey...” Mila had composed and walked into his place, as she usually would, seeking out his presence. She’d completely forgotten that she said she would bring fresh steak and fries to cook, hell, she’d walked here, no car, no purse, nothing but herself, she hadn’t even picked up her phone. Mila had simply walked out of her place and came to his. When she realised all this, he was already in view and she was tense, but she smiled. “Takeout? I didn’t have time to shop.” That was a dumb ass lie, but it was all she could think of. One of her hands wrapped around her front and gripped the opposite arm. It was like a defensive pose, one she didn’t realise she’d done, one she didn’t think would make it obvious that something was off. “Have you fed the Olsens already?” She sighed, forcing herself to relax, her arms slinked back to her sides and she walked closer to him. “Where're the paws?” She asked, looking around for the dogs that usually greeted her in the doorway. 

In truth, she did consider calling first to warn him she was in the city. Until now there hadn’t been a reason for her to do so, she’d been here chasing a lead for around a month now but saw no reason to bother him until she knew for sure the lead was heading somewhere. Besides, she didn’t have his number anymore. After he left, she replaced her mobiles, deleted herself from the internet and completely shut out the world. Aubrey became a ghost. Quite fitting, considering that’s how she felt ever since she lost their baby; just a pale copy of the woman she used to be. The only way she could cope with the loss was to bury herself in trying to track down the vampire who caused it; it was the ultimate downfall for their relationship. It had been just over a year since she last saw Linc, but now she was close to finding the vampire, in the city he settled in no less, it felt like fate that she inform him. He deserved to have a hand in the death of the thing that ruined their lives and she was very much under the impression that’s what he would want. So, there she was, walking into his fathers' shop, or more accurately now, his shop just before closing. The bell signalled she’d entered and she waited for him to appear, a small quiver of nerves in the ends of her fingertips. “Hi, Linc.” Her voice came out as a whisper and she just to say managed a gentle smile. “How’s it going?” She breathed in. How’s it going? /mental slap/ What a dumb thing to say. “You look good.” Fact. He looked much healthier than he did the day he left. @forgedsecrxts

“So I took your advice.” Aria appeared randomly, as she always did. She hadn’t seen Madeline since their encounter at the tattoo parlour. Aria fled soon after for a short period, trying to find herself again. The result? She was here, back in her leather, her boots, her red lips and pristine hair. Her attitude though? That was new, at least, when it came to Madeline it was. She no longer saw affection as weakness, she just chose to limit the amount she gave or showed. But, after everything she and the huntress endured together, Aria wouldn’t deny that she would always protect her. “Wanna see?” Curling up her top to show the tattoo on her hip, it was the second design Maddie suggested. “I like it. And then I remembered that if I ever decided I didn’t, I could just cut it out and re-do.” She hummed, rolling her top back into place as she sat down next to her. “Upto much, or can I steal your attention for a couple hours?” @xcheerios

It had been some weeks since Aria had her humanity forced back in. It had taken a few days for her emotions to settle and even longer to ground herself again. Who was she vs. who did she think she was? It had been a battle, trying to decide where the fault and where the blame really hung. Marcel was trying to help her, she knew that. She always knew that. But how he did it? She was wounded and still was. Nevertheless, she’d decided to return to the heart of NOLA after fleeing the city. Aria could hold a grudge and maybe, she still did, but only an encounter with Marcel himself would reveal that. She was back, in every sense of the word. She’d been making noise in the french quarter, just some harmless fun. This was her city, her home, people here knew her and they knew her as a vicious bitch, not a soft sap. Nothing like a bounce back to old habits, right? Fangs deep in one of the tourists, she was well aware Max had appeared nearby but chose to ignore him until she was finished. “Are you here to join me?” She licked the blood from her lips, dropped the body and turned her head to give him a half smirk. “Or is your ego still sore?” She teased, referring to the way she literally kissed him then smashed his skull from the wall. He should know better than to expect any sort of apology from her. “I’d offer to kiss it better, but we know how that would end for you.” A complete repeat, for her own amusement. @xcheerios

## NOLAVERSE ;; closed starter for @ofbookshelves — finley moreau

## NOLAVERSE ;; closed starter for @ofbookshelves — kalina powell

“... Uh?” Mila was sat in the shop, staring up at her Grandma who had placed four pregnancy tests down on the table. Earlier in the day, Mila had walked in and made an absent-minded comment about her boobs feeling sore. That, followed by her cranky mood had inspired her Grandma to go out and get proof. See, her Grandma knew. She felt it. Mila was pregnant... But she knew her grandchild, enough to know she would need the proof. “Sometimes we can’t sense the things closest to us. We get blinded.” Her Grandma offered a soft smile, but Mila began to laugh and shake her head. “I’m uh- no. I’m... I take the pill, why would you think...” She paused as the realisation hit her. The look on her Grandmas face made the colour drain from her own, her hand came up to press against her stomach. “Yes.” Her Grandma nodded, pushing the tests closer. “Do what you need to do, come to me when you need to talk.” She added, walking away and leaving Mila glued to her seat, staring at the pregnancy tests. 

IT’S TIME FOR TAKING REVENGE ~ AND COMING HOME!