GOOD LUCK, BABE!

almost  as  soon  as  she  climbed  into  the  passenger  seat,  gisele  was  sliding  her  chair  back  to  give  her  ample  room  to  rest  her  feet  against  the  dashboard,  knees  bent  slightly  as  she  sunk  down  with  ease. comfort  was  the  first  goal,  what  with  the  drive  they  had  ahead  of  them.  in  all  honesty,  she  was  kind  of glad  that  vincent’s  offer  to  come  with  her  meant  she  didn’t  have  to  sit  behind  the  wheel.  it  gave  her  time  to prepare. 

❝  they’re  my  lucky  trinkets,  they  will  keep  us safe.  ❞  she  rebuffed,  instead  making  sure  they  were  all  safe  in  her  footwell  to  save  losing  them,  if  he  was  insistent  that  they  shouldn’t  belong  in  his  line  of  sight.  ❝  but  if  we  end  up  with  engine  trouble  or  a  flat,  they  get  to  go  straight  back  where  they  belong.  ❞  being  superstitious  came  with  the  territory,  it  seemed. 

❝  i  don’t  have  the  energy  to  answer  them.  don’t  you  leave  things  unopened  to  remind  you  to  go  back  and  do  it ? ❞  perhaps  the  way  that  her  mind  worked wasn’t  the  same  as  everyone  else  as  she  thought  it  did.  finger  tapped  at  her  phone  as  she  propped  it  up  in  the  stand  attached  to  her  dashboard, google  maps  illuminating  their  direction  of  travel.  ❝  it’s  not  too  late  to  bail,  you  know.  six  hours  on  the  eta  ––  that’s  a  long  time  to  deal  with  me  in  a confined  space.  ❞

wind and blurred signs whip past and blur beyond the dirty blonde streaks in his hair. a mixture of grey and red and blonde that he’d inherited from his mother and then some, wiped off cigarette ashes splatter the cloth of his pants. while gisele tries to get herself situated, vincent does his best to unwind. “i don’t know what your deal is little lady, but i ain’t movin’. six hours ain’t nothin’ compared to what i go through at work.”

between having to drive for an undesirable amount of time or having to kiss up to someone in order to make them happy, vincent will never choose the latter. he merges into another lane and onto the freeway, seemingly careful of his surroundings despite his nonchalant behavior. gisele’s behavior both quirks and amuses him, “do you always do this? i mean, try to back get people to back out of things at the last second cause you think you’re better off on your own.”

IF YOU ASKED HER PARENTS, the late-night scary movies and goosebumps had left madison with ‘ brainrot ’ that made her suspicious that anybody on the street could be some sort of supernatural or extraterrestrial animal, being, or …thing. whenever she found somebody else to build theories on, she said it was ‘ real this time !!! ’ - abandoning the confidence she once had for her previous victims.

her new ‘ victim ’ was the man who moved in nextdoor (alone !! why the fuck did he need a place with four rooms he if he lived alone ??). she was eating cereal on the porch when the sound of his garage opening perked her ears. madison looked up to see him tearing into boxes and downed the fruity, pink milk, put the bowl on a step, and walked across the street and up his driveway.

" hi !! " she called out louder than she needed to. " do you need help ?? " she asked, already walking around to look at the stacks of boxes. " what's your name ?? mine's madison - i live across the street. "

open to m for FRIENDSHIP !! (35+ only)

madison njoku. she/her. 26. lesbian. 5'6. stage manager. pinterest board.

people like vincent don’t need four rooms. he needs a bathroom, a kitchen, and a roof at most—but the only way to seclusion was paying a buck load and a half to get there. luckily enough for him, he had the budget for it. on the other hand, it seems he had drawn himself unwanted company—gritting his teeth, he turns to her. “honey, you can’t come ‘round here. didn’t nobody ever tell you ‘bout stranger danger?”

“this time?” seojun laughs in response, lifting his head from the pillow he had been glued onto for the last several hours. somewhat drowsy, he can still maintain his composure to see the vampire at his request. “i’m kidding,” he pats a spot beside him.

There are things he could do to help prevent the spells, but Angel all but ignores most of those things. A soft sigh passes his lips. Angel relents.

seojun figures he may just find it extra. almost shrugging off the sincerity of the situation to bring angel back down to earth again. an odd reassurance that he knows everything will be fine. “something tells me you like to do things by yourself.”