#radiatesmagic

        Scathach watches Candy cling to the hit, holding it as long as she can before exhaling in smoke. They sit together on the floor, face to face, knees nearly touching, the grimy newfound intimacy of two near-strangers sharing a high. The room is full of the scent, ancient, mossy-deep, earthy, a little foul, but sweet, too, like fruit gone to rot. She grins and looks down to dip her finger into the paint on the artist’s palette, a thick gob of red, which she streaks slowly onto the gessoed canvas spread on the floor. She’d insisted that they prepare for inspiration: take out your paints, take out your brushes, ready a space. Let it all in! You’ll see the heavens tonight! They even have glitter. We will, she’d breathed, collaborate...

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They stilled, hand frozen in mid-air. "WHY?" they frowned, their tone insinuating that Candy was being ridiculous in her demand. "What, ish it wet?" they asked next, eyes glued to the painting before them.

A quick glance over to the wild-haired artist with her stained hands. She looked DEADLY serious but that only encouraged Leto to do the opposite of what she said. This was just the nature of their "adopted" relationship - an awful big brother tormenting the little sister. Having experience in this role, Leto knew that in the Big Brother handbook, the rules clearly stated that any opportunity to be a brat was to be taken.

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Jesse had struck a friendship with Candy in the small but alive art community in Alaska. She taught art at a local school and had a nice smile, and as soon as they started talking Jesse knew from the bottom of his heart that he could never, ever tell her about who he was. About the fact he was Jesse to begin with, and not John Driscoll --- he still couldn’t shed his real name, it was the name he had chosen for himself all those years ago ... John wasn’t a choice as much as it was an obligation, the most insipid name he could think of as Ed brought him to Alaska, to try and be as unremarkable as possible despite the myriad scars on his face.

She had stayed the night as they discussed art, him showing her some of his more abstract paintings ( he couldn’t help but think the ones that weren’t so abstract were painfully obvious, like she’d see them and immediately come to the conclusion of his real identity; he knew that was a stupid way to think, but--- ) and of course, of course his brain had decided to give him a nightmare to wake her up with from the other side of the cabin, the shitty guest bedroom he really needed to clean up, make it more cozy.

It was one of the same nightmares of always, a flashback with a few details wrong. He was in the cage but the cage was colder, he was being brought out of the cage to be tortured ( just for fun ! He hadn’t done anything wrong ! ) and among the men of that godforsaken gang Mr. White was there, laughing, watching along.

He shook and sobbed softly as she cooed over him. He was lying to her, lying to everyone but his therapist, escaping his past when his past wasn’t possible to escape from.

ᴛᴏ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜꜱ ᴏꜰ @chromatiica​ & @radiatesmagic

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The scent of sugar & fruit filled the warm kitchen----- a space that the vampire had only recently spent much time in. Always willing to take advantage of any opportunity to learn something new, Godric had been practicing the new challenge of baking with mixed results.

The persistent autumn rain tapped gently on the house as the nights grew increasingly cold & long. The second attempt at a birthday cake cooled on the counter while Godric negotiated the correct ratio of frosting, knowing that the twins would never complain about there being too much. 

The twins themselves were tucked away somewhere in the secret hollows of the nest------ often spending quiet moments together that he knew better than to interrupt. It was their birthday after all; a tradition that humans honored in joy. Although it was a tradition that the vampire had long since abandoned recognition of, many new experiences had been placed in his path as the direct result of Indie & Candy. 

The love that he had for them felt new & intense in equal parts------ had he known them for weeks or many years? It was no surprise that he wished to celebrate with them, to honor them and to show them both how he cared. Decades passed where Godric’s existence felt stagnant & unworthy but the twins offered a realistic yet empathetic perspective on life & death.

The piped flowers overwhelmed the cake as he stepped back to examine his work. Scanning his workspace for a fix, his eyes found a pack of colorful sour candies. Careful to not ruin the frosting flowers, Godric added a handful of strategically placed pieces as Isabel passed through with an amused expression--- likely certain that she never expected to witness her sheriff in a flour-coated apron. The final result would have to suffice as their supplies were too low to start over again.

MEMES / ACCEPTING @radiatesmagic​​ asked: “ what’s the problem between you two?”

Who asks for it:

[X] Your muse asks mine

[ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[X] Platonic Date

[ ] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[ ] Movies  • [ ] Romantic Comedy  • [ ] Adventure Movie  • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)  • [ ] Horror  • [ ] Drama  • [ ] Buddy Movie  • [ ] ___ (other options)

[ ] Restaurant  • [ ] Expensive/High Class  • [ ] Small and familiar  • [ ] Fast Food

[X] Nature • [X] Beach • [ ] Park • [ ] Forest     • [X] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ] Staying at home • [ ] Watching movies • [ ] Playing Video Games • [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[ ] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[X] …knowing each other better

[ ] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[X] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.