#vtbd

The contents of the bowel smoked exactly as expected, bringing a  smile to her lips. Checking the slip of paper beside her, Melody began  to recite the incantation. Everything seemed to be going right, but as  she finished the incantation it all went south. The smoke emanating from  the bowel changed colors, sparked and burst into brilliant green  flames. “Shit!” Gasping, Melody scrambled back from her coffee table,  eyes wide. The bowel began to vibrate on the table, then shattered,  sending Melody to the ground as it exploded.

A short  scream escaped her as she covered her head, hiding from her wayward  magic. A roaring filled her ears, pulling a whimper from her, but as  quickly as it had started it vanished. Her eyes fluttered open and she  cautiously sat up, gaze sweeping over her living room. Everything was  still, maybe a little too still, but at least it seemed that her magic  had dissipated.

     she hadn’t seen gil or uma in a few days. four if she were counting. and while that wasn’t a particularly long time she went from seeing one or both of them on a daily basis, to not even a phone call or text from either in days. it worried her. so after obsessively checking her phone all day she went in search of them. the most likely place was their home by the docks. she grabbed her phone and pulled on her boots and made her way over there. 

     Ereshkigal groaned and rolled over when her niece landed on top of her. “Just because it is always dark here doesn’t mean mornings cease to exist.” She chuckled and ran her fingers through the girl’s hair. “How are you, Farishta? I’ve missed you.”

     Diana shook her head, looking out at the wreckage before her. She knew she couldn’t tell the goddess no, but... all those lives lost. It was painful for Diana to look at. And knowing she couldn’t have done anything to stop it hurt even more. Despite her power, she knew better than to pick fights with gods as strong as Ishtar. Diana’s eyebrows creased, and she turned away from the scene, continuing to shake her head. “Just because they weren’t your followers does not mean they were deserving of this.”

@destroyedbyguilt

              It's a quiet night, or maybe it just seems quiet after the violent mess of the last few days. Caroline's keeping it in, arms folded against the severe lack of cold on an achingly slow walk back to the boarding house. Each step hangs a little in the air before she lets it drop and makes her look downright hesitant.

     One of those moments that lingers too long, hits you out of nowhere and takes a little of your life with it when it finally goes. She's doing everything but wringing her hands, heartsick and it shows in spite of her attempt at stoic.

It takes her all of five seconds to know just who ( more like what ) the male is and it has the witches head tilting slightly. She didn't hate vampires per se, just didn't generally like them -- then again she didn't like PEOPLE in the first place.         ❛    is there something you want dracula? .     ❜        question poised with a nonchalance that came with an edge of boredom.

She hadn’t considered introducing herself in the moment as she ducked down the alley, seeking to avoid the individual pursuing her. The danger seemed to have passed and she turned her attention to the other occupant of the alley. She hadn’t really been speaking to her when she made her comment about being cornered and blushed; talking aloud to herself was a habit she really needed to stop.

@rcliicta asked - what would you do without me? - vander

She hummed, bottle to her lips, but didn’t immediately take a drink. Instead she lowered the bottle, staring at him for a moment before finally shrugging with a small smile. “Be miserable,” she admitted, but maybe he wanted something more concrete than an answer that could be taken as a joke.