#witchyveritty

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall am in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

Chase had been gathering more information on methods he could use to interrogate people about his uncle's whereabouts once he graduated from the institute. He had grabbed some books from the library and made his way over to where he had his study materials already out on one of the nearby tables.

Even though his major was forensic science, he needed to know more about how to gain infomation mentally and become more observant as well. The stack of books was starting to lean to one side and so he tried to rebalance it but instead he accidently ran into someone and the books fell out of his hands. "Oh fuck...sorry about that." He speaks before offering a hand to help the other up and then concerning himself with picking up the books once they were up.

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The end of the summer break couldn’t stop Veritty from reading even more books then the usual when the school year was on. Now, she had the privilege of choosing herself with what kind of readings to distract her mind for the last time, while still learning something that could be of help. Both of her professors had given her enough reading materials for the summer too and all of this books were piled up into her room, yet still she had found herself once again visiting the vast library and heading out with a bunch of books on all kinds of witchcraft. If not anything else, this place had huge amount of books she just wasn’t able to devour in time for her graduation and with the craziness that stood behind her recent movement from her suits to the new home she had partly purchased, the place surely needed a few books to keep her busy when she needed to.

Then, naturally, the big books were difficult to be carried and a little to none obstacle was enough to ruin her concentration, so when one of the books slipped, or more likely was knocked off by someone else, and dropped onto the ground, one not so lady like curse slipped from her scarlet red lips. To be honest, she didn’t expect anyone to try and pick up the huge grimoar once they see is for what it really was. Even if she was a Mistress a lot of slaves felt scared by how dark and twisted her reading materials were. “What the hell happened?”, asked V, while huffing away one red strand of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes, since her hands were occupied with the books. One look at the man who too tried to pick up a load of fallen books and the witch realized that she knew him. Vaguely, but still.

Hearing the other voice who had clearly observed his folly, Dhani glanced to her, denoting the annoyance in just witnessing the debacle. It was better safe than sorry. He’d been here long enough to learn that even the most innocuous of flippantry could get you knocked on your ass, put in a horrific rental, or worse yet, put your friends in trouble. He didn’t have to see his best friend’s arm break again over him trying to reason with a angry vampire. Dhani took a deep breath, turning the books the right way round into the pile building in his arms.

“Sorry, mistress. Just... poor stacking. Sorry if I disturbed your studying.”

He glanced to the books in her hand, his eyes lingering there to read the titles quickly for a moment. She was not one to get on the bad side of, obviously.

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     Elias had lived long enough to see the birth and death of who he would call his closet friends. It was a disheartening thing to see but he was lucky to have some friends who were supernatural beings like himself who outlived many humans. One of those people happened to be Veritty. They had met in Salem during the witch trials and helped one another when the humans had obsessed with finding and killing every witch they could find.

     His friendship with Veritty had been one of essentials that turned into a genuine one. They had simply stayed connected because the supernatural community stayed closely knit together; if someone needed help, another would be there to assist. However, they had lost touch for a couple of decades, especially with Elias throwing himself into police work and learning forensic science. He hadn't known what Veritty was up to in a long time, so color him surprised when he found out that she was at The Institute. How the tables were turned when he also found out that she was a Mistress and not a professor.

     That being said, he of course made time in his schedule to meet with Veritty for lunch. There were plenty of places to go eat on the campus, but Elias had always preferred to make his own food (he could easily infuse human blood if he felt himself a bit parched). It felt a bit odd to ask her to meet in his office so he settled for the common area of the food court. It was still in public view and if she felt the need to leave for what ever reason, she would be able to and not feel contained in his somewhat small office.

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Darkness had a way of creeping in her soul way more easier than leaving it afterwards. It was always harder for her to find a way out of a dark place then a way in. Even in the most relaxing days, there was still a possibility, a ghost lurking behind her shoulder, something that could easily mess with her head and emotions. And once it was there, fully revealed in her soul, not only days, but weeks were needed for everything to go back to normal.

Normally, Veritty loved to wander alone on the island - it was her way of making this place feel a little more like home than just another shitty place she was forced to live in until the thing that was her main goal was in her possession. For two years she had visited a lot of places, almost everything that the nature itself could offer her. The things were different when it came to places made by human or creatures. Now, as she entered the pub, her eyes totally missing the sign that said ‘closed’, the witch wandered in the dim light, heels lightly announcing every slow move she made. With eyes eventually adjusting to the light, she was now able to see the man on the stage, sitting behind a piano, playing something that was vaguely familiar to her. Stopping in order to not startle him, she leaned onto one of the walls, crossing hands in front of her chest. The song was making her go back to a time she’d spend in Chicago, buried in different kinds of problems then. When the song was near its end, V started clapping, slowly emerging from the shadows.“Sorry, didn’t mean to intervene or anything. But it was really pretty. You have really nice voice.”

Ciaran let his eyes close and his mind drift as he sang. It was a song that he loved and had performed many times, so not a lot of concentration had to go into getting the notes just right. It just flowed with an ease and simplicity that allowed his thoughts to flow as well. They mainly flowed to Kai, of course, as the male had been the inspiration for him to sing that particular song in the first place. Things were getting more and more serious between them, bringing him so much joy..but also a fuck load of fear as well. So deep were his thoughts, that he didn’t even notice that another had made their way into the pub. Rare for him, as his senses were normally alert no matter what. Just went to show him how much he had allowed himself to get all up in his head.

The wolf ended the song on a low whisper, then actually jumped a bit as clapping sounded and a woman emerged from the shadows. The red hair instantly made him think of Lexi, but it wasn’t his favorite lady vamp. “Ah, well thank ya kindly darlin’. And no harm done at all, especially if you’re intervenin’ to tell me how good I am” He teased, with a warm smile.

“Wait-wait what the fuck no!” Her hall pass, or break pass- whatever they called it. The thing that checked her out of the cell for her hour of free time was slipped into a strangers pocket without hesitation as they stepped off from their intrusion and walked at a brisk, confident pace down the hall. He’d asked to see it; just a student.. flirty and charming, but a master. She’d fallen for it and let him have it... then like a child pulling a prank he left nothing but a breeze and a feeling of dread in their wake. Fucker. She took a deep breath before turning back around towards the cells, only to nearly slam into a stunning redhead. She reached out to stop herself from knocking into her. “Holy shit I’m so sorry-” she gasped; wow. Wow, wow, there was another time to admire the woman... This place was ridiculous. “Sorry,” she cleared her throat and stepped back to let them pass. She would have comented on her immaculate lipstick, or laughed about it, but she had to get to the cells, despite having 53 fucking minutes left.

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