#sleepytime queue.

Person: Bebe’s Baybee @lulucretias​ Location: The Big Pink Room It’s kind of hilarious really, whenever she thinks about it. There are days where she forgets completely that she was something else beforehand. That she had a sister, a mother, a father, that they traveled from place to place, that they did magic. It’s always when blood is circling the drain, that’s always when she remembers. So she takes her time with it, stands under the spray of the water that is far too hot to touch human skin and just sort of watches it all circle the drain. There’s a lot this time and when it sort of sits there before it can get down the drain, it reminds her of the Inferno. It reminds her of a time where she had felt like she couldn’t quite get all of the blood off. And then she gets out and she towels off in this big and fluffy white thing like it’s all nothing, slides into a big tshirt, then her robe, and then she’s stepping out of the bathroom and into her room. Everything else melts away, circles the drain, and disappears because there on her bed, flicking through Netflix is Lucretia who is flicking away through titles with one hand and eating fries with the other, her feet kicking where they’re hanging off the end of the bed. “Anything but New Moon again, let’s do part two of Breaking Dawn.” Bebe says it as if they hadn’t just killed a god, as if life for them wasn’t just potentially irreparably damaged or perhaps ridiculously improved. It hits her all at once. Stepping forward towards the bed, she steps in front of the tv, stands there before Lucretia in one of her old tshirts that she’d stolen during the move to the new hideaway and her fingers go to those perfect cheekbones. “You’re kind of amazing.” It’s a lot quieter than usual, it’s devoid of the usual snark, there’s nothing aloof about it. Just like that time at Lupercalia when she’d been convinced they were royally fucked and she’d had to be honest with not just herself, but the woman before her.

He needs to do something with his hands, he needs to be moving at all times. The villa was home and yet the villa was a bit like being on house arrest at the moment. So he makes himself busy with chores, he fixes that one creaky hinge on the bathroom door, and lays around the pool. But mostly he worries. About Patroclus, about Hyacinth, about Tobias and Maven and their partners. Then there’s the fact that he thinks whatever magnetism that brought him and Hyacinth together in the first place has magnified tenfold. They’ve always been touchy, but every single time Jamie sees him, those words flash in his head like a neon sign. I love you, too. And then it’s like a switch goes off, he needs to be touching him or being touched by the hands that can so easily pull him apart and put him back together again.

He couldn’t tell anyone he was doing this. Deep down, he knew it was probably stupid and worst case scenario, he should have just let her come down to the shop. But he’d spent all afternoon sanitizing the damn guestroom, the room that would have been Kasey’s if she’d have chosen to stay with them and he’d set up to organized perfection. Not to mention he’d made her cast a little spell to further sanitize the place that he’d found on some cleaning witch website. It was just them, a design of a moon and a few stars, and the gentle whirring of a needle. He couldn’t do orange peels forever and if anyone was game to be a first timer, it would be Kasey. “Okay.” Gloves on, he’s looking to the outline above her ankle and letting out a breath. “Placement alright?” Theeran’s yet to put ink to skin, there’s more to it than that. Contouring the design to the body is a big deal and he actually think that is going to be harder than the actual ink portion. @kaseywsinclair​

“No.” It was firm, but it was said with just a little bit of amusement. Though he shouldn’t be saying anything that could be interpreted as encouragement. Leighton had seen Nixon’s gaze fall on some poor unsuspecting vampire, had noticed just the slightest raise of his brow, the beginning of that smirk. A game they’d played too often for far too long. Void was probably the perfect place to play it though, it’s not like he didn’t understand the logic. 

“You deal with cursed things, don’t you?” The question rang out throughout Pandora’s Lore alongside the bell, words into the air before the door was even snug against it’s frame. Winter’s tone was sharp, not so much accusatory as it was firm. It was probably a poor assumption, that any genasi could deal with such a thing, but this had to be dark magic right? “Or at least know how to banish eidolons?” That was a little meeker, her back against the door, shoulders slumped in defeat. 

“So I actually came to talk shop.” No beating around the bush, Hudson wasn’t going to tolerate games. In fact, Lucian kind of liked that they seemed a bit on the blunter side with each other at this point. Seated in the right corner of his eldest brother’s couch, paper coffee cup in hand, his legs crossed at the ankle. It felt weird how at home he felt at the apartment. There were still eggshells, subjects he was hesitant to approach, but he didn’t feel like he was waiting (or challenging) Hudson to toss him out on his ass anymore. He didn’t know if that was growth in their relationship or he was just tired of worrying so much. Regardless, if he was going to talk magic with someone, the eldest Tallis sibling was definitely that person. In a weird way, he was almost excited about it. Reminded him of a time when he’d allowed himself to be hauled around museums and had just soaked in everything Hudson had to say with wide eyes. Despite the bitterness that came with age, he didn’t think he’d ever really stopped admiring him. @hcdtallxs

“Can I run an idea by you?” She trusted his judgement and these ideas weren’t doing anything just buzzing around in her head all day. Trying to support Ramsey had made her realize she needed to be a lot more offensive. Magic wasn’t everything and even then, she felt like she wasn’t utilizing it in the best way yet. Ozzie was a good void to shout into and between clients she’d asked if he could meet for coffee and whatever baked good she felt like. Ruby’s thumb tapped against the handle of her travel coffee mug as she looked across the table at him, teeth gnawing at her lower lip in thought. @blccksheep

“Married.”