#parallellives

“You want to...bribe me?” Michael replied slowly, though his facial features only changed minimally. The smile was gone, a seriousness just as sinister having taken place. “I’m not impressed.”

Lilith rolled her eyes, making no attempt to hide her almost sibling-like irritation at his entire refrain. It was no surprise that no amount of time, no amount of changes of environment, really ever changed him. Not in his mannerisms anyway…or that easily recognisable devilish grin. 

“No, I’m not here for the vampire…not this time anyway” But she was here for something. She never took a trip to this infernal city for fun…frankly, she didn’t understand why he liked it. It was a concentration of mortal irritations. “And as for divulging sins, I thought you were ‘on vacation’” She gave a display of quote marks, “….I will take the drink though” She added, as she sat down, crossing her legs over the arm of the chair as she matched his grin with her own, “And perhaps….you can tell me your sins for a change” 

» Compiled from [x] & [x] || @parallellives Andy & Prue

Prue’s across Andy on the table and it’s like a western stare down. Crossing her fingers she makes a funny face at him, before puffing up her lips. She’s trying to come to a decision, which is normally very easy for her, but not now. She’s underestimated him before. Gravely, when she cast a spell on him for too little a time for his reaction. He’s got extensive knowledge of both comic and horror films so that’s already a step up than normal people. He knows the tropes…she looks at the paper. She’s already put real chance of survival, but she feels its somewhere in the middle. She highlights both but acts like shes erasing something briskly to make him nervous. She has to have fun with this too. She sucks in her lip and narrows her eyes playfully at him. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Andy’s of course, taking things just as seriously as Prue is. He doesn’t want to be rushed. He starts to dissect it, just as he does when he has a case. There has to be a weighing of all factors. “Would Prue survive a horror flick,” he wonders aloud. “Well, that entirely depends on your powers. With powers? That killer’s got another thing coming for him; you could turn his own weapon against him, or restrain him for the heroic detective that comes in to supposedly save you…” He winked at her for emphasis.“Without powers? Well, Prue, don’t get me wrong here, but you were afraid of the Gremlins…” He teased, laughing out loud as he remembered the time he personally gave her that phobia, the word mogwai still echoing in his head. “Two stars.” He grinned.

As they went through their sheets, comparing each other’s weaknesses, an ominous silence swept around them. Neither noticed as they continued to discuss the horror genre. Then suddenly the room started to shift, and move around. Prue got up from the table quickly, placing herself in front of Andy as she held his hand. “Stay close, I don’t know what’s going on...” she uttered feeling a blast of cold air hit them at once, forcing them to fall on what appeared wet gravel beneath them, and nothing that looked like the Halliwell manor. Prue got up, alerted trying to shield the fear. “Andy. Andy are you alright?” she asked. Even if the real question she wanted to ask was, ‘what the hell just happened.’ Before she could hear what he said, a bottle of liquor was thrown nearby her with a screeching ‘weeeee,’ and a scurrying through the bushes. Her eyes bulged out, “Are you kidding me. Gremlins?! Andy. What did you do?!”

Emma had managed to quell the rage of Lily’s dragon half with some surprising help from a man that had jumped out of the second story window of Granny’s B&B and onto her back.  And while it had been a surprise, she’d tossed him a half dose of the sleeping spell and he’d seemed to understand to stab it between the scales.  Moments later, he’d been on the street beside a sleeping Lily and she’d helped him up while Maleficent had collected Lily in a waft of dark smoke.

Nibble on my muse’s ear and see how they react!

Nora’s fangs elongated as soon as she felt Erics lips against her skin, then his teeth lightly tugging on her lobe.

“Damn you Eric Northman.” She hummed, closing her eyes. He really was her weakness. And she didn’t have many. She grabbed his hands as he stood behind her, and pulled them around her, pressing her back against his chest, not really wanting him to stop.

She turned around, her hand on his chin. “You will be the True Death of me brother.” She teased.

                "Dude, it's just ice cream. Yeah, it's all my daily calories but I've got a supernatural metabolism, remember? Haven’t slept. Gotta get some sugar in my veins. I get that you're playing Big Bro, here, but you seriously need to chill. Just close your eyes, breathe through your nose and think pink."