𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 .

          𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐋𝐈𝐓   𝐈𝐍   𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐃   wonder   as   they   flitted   around   the   expansive   foyer   of   the   hatchaway   mansion   ,   trying   to   take   it   all   in   at   once   .   for   years   ,   this   place   was   nothing   more   than   a   rumor   spread   around   the   island   .   the   lady   that   killed   but   was   never   caught   .   at   least   that’s   what   they   said   .   gaze   lands   on   a   familiar   face   ,   ever   -   present   smile   settled   on   her   lips   as   hands   expertly   tighten   the   blue   bow   in   her   hair   .   ❝   i’ve   practically   grown   up   here   ,   ❞   in   theory   ,   ❝   and   i   never   thought   i’d   actually   see   the   inside   of   this   place   .   it’s   absolutely   massive   !   and   constance   ?   she’s   nothing   like   i   expected   her   to   be   .   ❞

          𝐈𝐓   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐁𝐄   𝐍𝐎   𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄   that   hayley   made   a   bee   -   line   for   the   food   ,   it   certainly   beat   trying   to   mingle   with   the   large   collection   of   people   in   attendance   .   plus   ,   it   made   for   an   excellent   way   of   scoping   out   the   other   costumes   that   maneuvered   through   the   room   .   plucking   another   dainty   ,   far   -   too   -   fancy   hor   d’oeuvres   to   place   onto   her   plate   ,   her   gaze   lifted   to   glance   around   the   table   .   there’s   a   sense   of   recognition   that   flickers   across   her   features   ,   but   it’s   gone   as   quick   as   it   arrives   ,   hint   of   a   smile   settled   on   her   lips   .   ❝   and   what   ,   exactly   ,   are   you   supposed   to   be   ?   ❞   she   questioned   ,   adjusting   the   red   cloak   that   framed   her   shoulders   .

marlee tames is going as an angel !

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘   𝐅𝐄𝐖   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒   that   hayley   was   certain   of   these   days   ,   but   she   was   well   aware   of   what   her   hobbies   were   .   and   aerobics   wasn’t   on   that   list   .   she   got   enough   of   an   aerobic   exercise   when   she   was   shifted   in   the   woods   on   a   full   moon   ,   prowling   through   them   like   a   predator   in   search   of   prey   .   there’s   an   obvious   frown   on   her   lips   ,   one   that   furrows   her   brow   and   pulls   at   otherwise   delicate   features   .   ❝   i’m   telling   you   ,   xavier   ,   i’m   not   doing   your   aerobics   today   !   ❞   or   any   day   ,   for   that   matter   .   her   tone   is   indignant   ,   as   it   usually   was   when   she   was   disinterested   in   something   .   ❝   why   can’t   we   do   something   more   enjoyable   ,   like   go   out   for   a   burger   ?   ❞

          𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑   𝐎𝐍𝐄   𝐓𝐎   buy   into   the   ‘   horrors   ’   that   accompanied   the   halloween   holiday   .   fears   were   normal   ,   natural   even   ,   and   he   had   more   personal   ones   than   zombies   or   spiders   .   the   streets   are   dark   ,   by   the   time   he   maneuvers   himself   through   the   throng   of   halloween   decorations   ,   coming   to   a   stop   in   front   of   the   large   pumpkin   raised   in   the   center   .   gaze   narrows   as   he   looks   up   at   it   ,   wondering   what   could   have   possibly   prompted   an   executive   decision   .   ❝   who   do   you   think   decided   that   of   all   the   things   we   needed   on   this   god   -   forsaken   island   ,   a   giant   pumpkin   was   it   ?   ❞   he   questioned   the   nearest   individual   ,   looking   towards   the   male   nearest   to   him   .   ❝   it’s   certainly   not   very   spooky   ,   if   that’s   what   they   were   hoping   for   .   ❞

𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄   𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒   𝐀𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃   of   approaching   footsteps   ,   head   cocked   to   the   side   as   it   trails   over   the   tray   of   cookies   .   ones   that   were   obviously   fresh   -   baked   ,   judging   by   smell   that   wafted   from   them   .   ❝   can’t   eat   them   ?   bit   depressing   to   make   cookies   you   can’t   eat   ,   yeah   ?   allergies   ,   or   something   ?   ❞   hayley   hedged   ,   and   it   was   the   likeliest   assumption   she   could   make   .   before   she   can   think   twice   about   it   ,   fingers   reach   eagerly   for   the   cookies   .   ❝   well   i’m   not   going   to   rain   on   your   good   day   and   say   no   to   free   cookies   .   ❞   two   chocolate   chip   cookies   are   quickly   settled   in   the   palm   of   her   hand   ,   biting   into   one   with   a   slight   smile   .   ❝   what   does   gluten   free   even   mean   ?   is   it   just   some   health   ploy   ?   ❞

          ❝   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   ?   ❞   𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑   𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃   ,   gaze   lifting   from   her   glass   not   for   the   first   time   that   night   .   it’s   a   reflexive   response   ,   and   she   hadn’t   realized   that   the   young   woman   had   noticed   her   looking   at   the   beautiful   flowers   that   adorned   the   bar   top   .   she’d   come   to   have   a   drink   ,   to   avoid   going   back   to   an   empty   house   ,   and   was   content   with   the   company   she’d   found   .   her   lips   curl   up   in   a   smile   ,   knowing   that   she   was   caught   red   -   handed   .   ❝   are   you   sure   ?   i   couldn’t   possibly   take   your   flowers   .   ❞   fingers   trail   delicately   from   her   glass   to   the   petals   of   the   nearest   carnation   ,   reveling   in   the   beauty   they   offered   the   speakeasy   .   ❝   that   seems   more   than   almost   criminal   .   they’re   beautiful   ,   even   without   the   sun   .   how   do   you   manage   to   get   them   to   thrive   ?   ❞   pulling   one   of   the   flowers   ,   she   brought   it   to   her   nose   .   ❝   thank   you   ,   they   smell   quite   lovely   .   ❞

just leave a like ( or even tell me who you’d like one for / to ) & i will hop right on it , maybe even shoot you a message to work something out if we haven’t plotted !

lexie: i'm sure you'd enjoy that

lexie: what's up tonks ?

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒   𝐀   𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐇𝐈𝐒   brow   in   response   ,   silent   otherwise   as   tobias   shrugged   his   shoulders   .   he   had   no   business   being   there   ,   he   knows   that   ,   but   when   had   that   ever   stopped   him   ?   ❝   and   what   ?   you’d   prefer   i   used   ridiculous   phrases   ironically   instead   ?   ❞   tobias   was   used   to   the   people   with   brightly   colored   hair   and   bad   attitudes   ,   so   this   was   nothing   new   for   him   .   ❝   but   i’m   not   the   one   at   work   ,   now   am   i   ?   yes   ,   alongside   my   invisible   bat   -   mobile   and   jet   pack   for   an   oil   change   ,   ❞   he   answered   with   a   reflexive   roll   of   his   eyes   .   there’s   a   shake   of   his   head   as   his   movements   stilled   .   ❝   if   i   had   any   plans   to   rob   you   ,   don’t   you   think   i   would   have   done   so   by   now   ?   besides   ,   what   could   i   possible   do   with   a   bunch   of   wrenches   and   hammers   ?   become   mr.   fix   -   it   ?   ❞

          ❝   𝐘𝐄𝐒   ,   𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋   ,   𝐈   𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄   that’s   an   option   ,   ❞   she   offered   with   a   bubble   of   laughter   ,   watching   the   poor   boy   with   idle   amusement   .   the   woman   didn’t   seem   to   be   wrong   ,   by   any   means   .   ❝   no   ,   if   he   was   a   video   game   character   ,   he’d   be   stuck   on   the   corner   or   the   counter   in   an   endless   walking   loop   .   ❞   lexie   knew   he   meant   well   enough   ,   perhaps   a   fresh   face   at   the   diner   ,   still   unfamiliar   with   the   lay   of   the   land   .   ❝   or   maybe   he’s   a   ghost   ,   just   slipping   through   the   cracks   .   ❞   corners   of   her   lips   curl   upward   ,   though   the   guilt   of   teasing   the   poor   boy   gnaws   at   her   as   it   always   does   .   ❝   it’s   not   contagious   ,   it’s   not   even   an   actual   condition   ,   i   promise   .   ❞   lexie   is   quick   to   assure   the   woman   ,   waving   away   her   silly   concerns   .   ❝   i   just   worked   a   thirty   -   two   hour   shift   .   if   i   have   any   hope   at   a   good   night’s   sleep   ,   there   should   be   no   coffee   for   me   .   ❞

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅   𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐀   knee   -   jerk   reaction   ,   though   confusion   is   a   close   second   .   this   didn’t   seem   possible   ;   he   shouldn’t   be   standing   here   in   front   of   her   .   it’s   the   first   familiar   face   she’s   seen   in   months   and   yet   something   told   lexie   that   he   was   supposed   to   be   the   exception   to   that   rule   .   seattle   grace   was   a   staple   in   her   routine   :   scrub   ,   surgery   ,   repeat   .   there   are   names   that   she   had   no   faces   for   and   faces   she   couldn’t   place   any   names   with   .   hands   tentatively   reach   towards   him   ,   habitually   ,   as   a   wave   of   relief   washes   over   her   .   ❝   you’re   here   ,   you’re   real   ,   ❞   she   murmured   ,   fingers   stroking   his   cheek   gently   .   ❝   what’re   you   doing   here   ?   i   mean   you’re   working   obviously   ,   i   just   —   .   ❞   a   soft   inhale   of   breath   as   she   pressed   her   forehead   to   his   own   .   ❝   i   can’t   believe   you’re   here   .   ❞