golden moment

It was downright pathetic how her heart would skip a beat when she said her name, and it was probably lucky that it was too dark for the other look at her, and see that her cheeks had coloured up. “I couldn’t sleep.” she mumbled in a low voice, everything was quiet enough that she knew the other would hear her. She moved closer to the other, her arm going around her to pull her towards her. For warmth, she told herself, but she mostly needed something real to hold on to. She didn’t know if she should be telling her about the dreams she was having, she had considered it a few times but quickly realized how silly it sounded even in her head. Catra would probably laugh. But the more nights passed this way, the more confused and worried she became. “Do you know someone called Mara?” she said finally, perhaps she could find some comfort even in her mockery, she needed to know that this was simply a figment of her rather vivid and wild imagination. 

Catra hummed slightly at her explanation for being awake, though she already knew as much. She far too in tune with Adora’s sleeping habits than she’d admit, but it certainly helped when the blonde was unable to sleep. As she pulled her in, her breathing hitched slightly, two thoughts warring in her head--don’t wake up the others and don’t catch feelings. One of those two things she had already been failin at and she wasn’t about to make it two. Reluctantly, Catra let herself relax against her friend. “Mara...” She let the name bounce around in her brain, not finding it familiar. It wasn’t one of the princesses, she didn’t think, maybe a friend from Bright Moon? If that was the case, and Adora really was getting her memory back, that meant she could lose her all over again. “It doesn’t ring any bells” she said honestly. “Let me guess, it was some big bad you were fighting in you dreams again, you weirdo.”

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Nellie sat in the study hall, trying her best to stay focused on her homework but her mind kept wandering. While she wasn’t a bad student, her grades always maintained a steady level, she couldn’t ever seem to apply herself enough to rise up through the ranks to a top student. Her mind would always get lost in dreams of far off places, adventures she wished to have one day, or things yet undiscovered. “Nell.” Her brother’s sharp voice broke her train of thought. She jumped a little before turning to look at him as he sighed. “I’m heading back to the common room, stay focused.” He said, shaking his head a little before he turned to leave. She nodded a bit, sighing herself as he left before turning her attention back to the books in front of her. It didn’t take long before she packed up and left the hall, peaking around corners to make sure her brother wasn’t still around before she headed out into the courtyard and started making her way towards the grounds with the hopes of making it out to the forest before getting caught. 

Pilar enjoyed making heads turn. Sure, people looked because she was the halfblood bastard of the Parkinson family, but she also made sure she looked good. Perfect hair, perfect jewelry, perfect clothing. She saw the Malfoy boy leave before his little sister was walking down the hall as well. Her interest piqued, Pilar followed after her, careful to keep her step quiet until they reached the courtyard. “I hope you’re not heading where I think you’re heading,” she called out with a sing-song voice. She stepped out from behind the pillar shielding her and leaned against it. “Brother won’t be very happy about this, will he?”

Runa and Rahul had been since she could remember--The grew up together, studied and did homework together, and even went to prom together. It wasn’t just that their families were close, they just genuinely got along. Of course, life came in between them, sometimes. They both went off the college, Runa had gotten married, had a child, gotten divorced, but even then they made time for each other. Despite the rocky relationship she had with her ex-husband, he had agreed to watch their daughter while she went to Rahul’s wedding for the weekend.

Only then, the wedding never actually happened. His fiance had left him and Runa, along with her family, jumped into action. They ushered attendees to the reception to give them food and Runa went after her best friend. It didn’t take much convincing on their parents’ part to take the next week off and go on the un-refundable honeymoon to Greece. While her ex-husband was looking after their daughter for the weekend, she knew her mother would be picking her up and looking after her for the rest of the time. Which is why she had no qualms about stretching as they got off the boat onto one of the many docks surrounding Mykonos. “I’m telling you, this is going to be a well needed vacation away from everything. The last thing you need right now is your parents breathing down your neck when you just need to relax.”

Clara nodded once as the other reassured her that she didn’t scare her, and blinked as she turned to throw the last knife. Curiously, she wandered away from the path, looking at the tree with all the knives lodged inside. “Poor tree.” She joked, before her gaze turned up, hearing a bird chirping somewhere in the distance. “Hunters, here? What would they even be hunting?” Not deer, that was for sure: they didn’t live in these woods. If they did, she assumed her garden would be partially eaten by now. “I’ll be careful, don’t worry.” She was just humouring her, but still - what was the harm in that? “Clara, pleasure.” She told her, sticking her hand out for the other to shake.

“It’ll have scars, but it’ll live,” Mira said, reaching up and placing her palm flat on the tree, not fully understanding that the other was joking. As if startled out of a trance, she turned to look at the other--Clara, she said her name was. No alarms were going off in her head which meant this girl wasn’t supernatural, which allowed her shoulders to relax a little and shake her hand. Even if she didn’t agree with the Hunter code, her brain was still wired for it. If she didn’t need to be fighting her instincts, it was easier to relax. “It’s nice to meet you, Clara. Do you live around here?”

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Aleyna really did like parties - that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that every party seemed to have the same people there, and she was running out of ways to talk to some of these people. Thank god, though, that this crowd was there for her neighbour. At least Asher was a few years older, she brought in a slightly higher age bracket… including her brother, who was the reason she was there in the first place. She definitely wouldn’t have gone to the party of someone she hadn’t seen in years. It wasn’t that they didn’t get along - no, they did. It was just… awkward. Allie was always a little kid to Asher, or at least, that was how Allie perceived it. 

It wasn’t until after Aleyna had poured herself a drink and turned around, that she actually bumped into Asher - almost literally, thank god she stopped herself. “Oh! Hi.” She said first, blinking once before giving her a smile. “Happy birthday. Sorry, I didn’t see you there. Could have been bad.” She motioned to the drink in her hand, letting out just a bit of a laugh.

It’d been a long time since Asher had been back home. Sure, she’d come back for short visit every now and then, but that was mostly reserved for a weekend with her parents and then a city tour to stay with a different friend each night. For all intents and purposes, no one had seen Asher for more than two days whenever she visited. But now? Now she was moving back to the states after nearly four years of traveling the world with her girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend, she had to remind herself. It was a girl she had met in Paris, who had traveled with her for a while before they got serious, and two year later, had broken up with Asher--on the Pont des Arts of all places. Thoroughly embarrassed after being dumped on the bridge covered in locks symbolizing love, she decided it was time to move back home and get reacquainted with her hometown. Reacquainted was probably the best word to use, as she ran into her sister’s friend, a girl she hadn’t spoken to much in the three years she’d spent traveling after college. “Thanks, Allie,” she said with an easy smile. “Don’t get caught with that drink, though, I know my mom would throw a fit if there was under-aged drinking. But I won’t tell.” With the last word, she winked, moving around the younger girl to fix her own drink.

Clydeane took a long moment to examine her friend as soon as she pulled back from the hug. He was still as attractive as he was in Hogwarts, still as moody, too. She could remember the parties at school where he would just stand off to the side, brooding and ‘watching over’ everyone. He refused to have any bloody fun, no matter how many times she managed to drunkenly stumble over to bother him. “No shit! Suits you, watching over people. Plus, with that ass, you’re going to be everyone’s wet dream doctor.” She smirked a little, remembering that she had gotten him to dance with her once while she was wasted. She sighs. “I bartend, sometimes. Help muggle college girls set furniture up. It’s just odd jobs. Nothing super impressive.” She smiled at him, genuinely happy to see as friendly a face as his.

She pouted slightly as he tried to decline her offer, hands moving to touch his arm, pulling him a little closer. “C’mon, Davies. You never used to drink with me. The world can survive without you tonight.” She moved herself a little closer, her rosy cheeks brightening as she smiled a little wider. “Just a butterbeer or something. Then we can find a private room to catch up in. It’s a little loud out here.” She glanced around, the large estate they were on seeming more and more massive the more she drank. She swallowed. “Are all purebloods this rich? Bloody hell…”

“Alright, alright,” Andrew said with a laugh at her comment. “I’ll take the compliment, but maybe don’t let my bosses hear you call me that. It wasn’t always the most fun, being sober in a crowd of drunks, but he was used to it. Years of attending parties at Hogwarts and staying sober kind of made him used to it, and he learned to find the fun in the chaos rather than be annoyed by people’s drunk actions. Once she pouted, he knew he wasn’t getting out of it--how could he say no to that face?

He took a deep breath, glancing around the party as he weighed his options. “Just a butterbeer,” he repeated as he pointed a finger at her. “Don’t think you can just keep pouting like that and get me to keep drinking with you tonight, Deanie. This is a special circumstance purely because it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.” Her comment on the house made he laugh. It wasn’t as if he came from a rich family, but he knew the pureblood side of his family was a bit more extravagant. “I think it’s part of the pureblood rules or something.”

Mary knew she was lucky given the circumstances. Marlene was an amazing friend--one who offered to be her roommate after her own parents kicked her out--at least, that’s how everyone else would see it, just two best friends. It didn’t matter that rumors were swirling around Mary’s sexuality and it certainly didn’t matter what her parents thought of her, as long as they could keep people believing that and keep Marlene’s parents safe. She was walking down the street toward her new home when she spotted the brunette in question and her smile widened. “Look what the cat dragged in! Are you all ready for move-in?”

Clara needed a break. She wasn’t angry with her dad, not really… it wasn’t fair to be mad at him anyway, he hadn’t done anything wrong. He attended all the graduations, was there for all the birthdays, every Christmas. Plenty of kids couldn’t say that - and it was true even now, despite Clara no longer being dependent on him. Well, she supposed she was dependent on the house, the stability… but it was practically her house by this point. Not in ownership, per say, but he was just never around. All the decorating, all the life, it was from her. But despite that, she knew it wasn’t hers. Spending all of her time there was driving her batty, so in a desperate attempt to think about something else after his latest visit, she went for a walk through the woods. It was daylight, no reason to worry - until she jumped, hearing a thump nearby. Turning towards the sound, she blinked, seeing a few knives lodged into a tree. “Oh.” She blinked when the other turned around, embarrassed to have been caught staring at a stranger. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I got distracted.”

She surveyed the girl for a moment, taking in her appearance as she twirled the last knife still in her hand. It didn’t matter if she had seen her knives already--they were specially made for her, but a witch glamoured them to appear as normal metal throwing knives. “You didn’t scare me,” Mira said shortly, rearing back and throwing her last knife against the tree, letting it take all of her anger with it. She may have been angry with her situation, but she didn’t need to take it out on this random girl. “These woods are crawling with hunters.” Sighing, she moved toward the tree to grab her knives. “Just giving you a heads up for the future to be more careful. They won’t be as warm and inviting as I am.” Mira smirked, yanking the last knife from the tree and sheathing it while turning back to face her. “The name’s Mira.”

Lillian looked over at the girl when she paused and commented on her drawings. “Just some things I made up.” She said quickly, having been used to deflecting people’s attention whenever her drawings get brought up. Lillian had spent most of her life being told to keep her ‘visions’ to herself, told she’d be called crazy or mentally ill if anyone ever knew about the people and buildings she could see that no one else could. She reached for the last of her pencils before noticing the runes on the girls skin and hesitating, her mouth hung open as if she was going to speak but she couldn’t quite find the words. “Why do you have those?” She eventually stammered out as she slowly rose to her feet, a little intimidated by the girl after seeing her covered in the runes that filled her sketchbooks.

If there was any doubt still in her mind that the other could see her, it disappeared as soon as the girl commented on her runes. “You really can see me, can’t you?” There wasn’t usually a reason to cover the runes--anyone who didn’t know what they were couldn’t see her anyways, except for this curious case--and now she wasn’t sure how to approach the subject. “I could ask you the same question,” Gwyn said, finding herself deflecting. She mirrored the others movement, slowly standing up into a slightly defensive stance. Glancing over her shoulder at the institute, a thought dawned on her. “What brings you out here, huh? Kind of an odd place to be walking alone.” She was already a screw up, it’s not like she was about to spill all the details without a couple prodding questions for the mundane that seemed to be able to see her.

“Then don’t.” He said the words as though it was that simple when he knew it was wasn’t. Except maybe it could be that simple if she stopped fighting her feelings. If she stopped fighting whatever it was between them. It broke his heart to hear her say that she was scared. Noticing how she wasn’t even looking directly at him, he cupped her face in his hands and made her look. He would understand if she said she was scared of the monster he had become, keep his distance if she wanted it, but that wasn’t why she was doing this. “You don’t have to be scared.” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. “Sun, it’s not your job to protect me.” His thumb traced over the scar on her cheek, they were lucky this was all the harm that came to her that night. Him turning into a werewolf was one thing, but had something happened to her, he didn’t know what he would have done. When she circled back to her doubts about his feelings being real or not, he let go of her abruptly and stepped back. “My feelings are not a lie, stop telling me – I know how I feel!” He was angry, because after years of wondering about if he really loved her or if he was feeling things simply because she was a Veela, and months of letting himself get roped into toxic relationships, he knew he wanted her more than just because of her looks or her magic. “Resent you? I could never–” He shook his head, he was losing his mind having the same argument with her over and over again. “Even if you don’t believe that I really love you, don’t you love me enough to risk it? Because I’d take one day of happiness with you even if it meant you would resent me for the rest of my life. Just one day, you and me.” He stepped towards her again, his hand brushing her hair back before resting on her cheek. “Am I worth you giving us another try?”   

Her breathing hitched when he made her look at him, but she didn’t try to pull away. As soon as his forehead was resting against hers, she visibly relaxed, her eyes closing at the feeling of his thumb brushing against her scar. “I’m not trying to,” Sun said desperately, this time not shying away from looking at him. “But everyone keeps leaving!” She hadn’t meant to raise her voice or snap, but she found the words to be true. Ever since the Veelas dropped her off to be with her father and his new family, she was tossed around, forced to find those connections elsewhere. “No one stays, Blaise.” Sun’s voice was softer now, quiet as she looked at him. “I am terrified of messing it all up and losing the one person who has never abandoned me.” With her eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to control her emotions, she watched him step forward, nearly crumbling once his hand was back on her cheek. His words struck her and part of her knew he was right--if she loved him, why was she holding herself back from it all? “Of course you’re worth it,” Sun breathed, her own hands coming up to rest on his forearms, her gaze settling on his as she decided to push away every doubtful feeling that was bubbling up. “You are the one thing in my life that’s worth it, Blaise.” Before she could convince herself once again that she wasn’t good for him, she leaned in and kissed him softly, her hands moving back through his hair.

post-hogwarts war au

🩸 my muse took a blow for yours and is bleeding  violence tw, blood tw, death tw

“Atty?” The war was raging around them, smoke and fog darkening the sky, spells lighting up the ruble like lightening, but Adira’s voice was clear as day.

It’d been years since they both graduated from Hogwarts and Adira had been the the biggest support system she ever could’ve been granted. With each day, she was working towards being a better woman, but it was difficult and she needed someone she could be herself around while still pushing her towards making the right decisions. In more ways than one, Adira had been her rock when Atalia had lost nearly all of her family besides Chryson.

Which was why the sight of Adira, back lit by flying spells and fire, and blood spreading across her shirt made her freeze. She watched as the woman started to falter, the shock beginning to move through her system, and all Atalia could do was scream. She threw a spell, knocking back the Death Eater they’d been fighting before running toward her. Sliding to the ground, her pant leg ripping open, skin tearing as she got caught on some ruble, but she didn’t have time to wince. Not while her arms were embracing Adira just before she hit the ground, cushioning her from any more damage.

“Adira--’Dira, no!” Atalia’s voice was as shaky as her hands as she tried to stop the bleeding that was beginning to spread faster. “No, no, no, stay with me, ‘Dira. This isn’t how you’re going out, you hear me?” Her eyes darted around--they were too out in the open, too vulnerable to any Death Eaters looking to get revenge on the Selwyn and Nott blood traitors.

Tears were beginning to prick the corners of her eyes, emotion starting to overwhelm the logical part of her brain, but she pushed through it. As best she could, Atalia pressed her hand to Adira’s abdomen and used as much strength as she could muster to drag them both behind a pillar to give them some cover while she started working on healing the other blonde.

“--hey, look at me.” She hadn’t realized it, but her tears were falling quickly, the drops hitting Adira’s shirt while the older girl took her face in her hands and forced her to look. “Don’t blame yourself.”

“Don’t say that, ‘Dira,” she said, quickly blinking her tears away and pulling her face away so she could keep working. “I told you, this isn’t how you’re going out. You don’t get to go out after taking that hit for me. You’re supposed to live a long life with Chryson. You’re supposed to be there for your kids--they need you, Chrys needs you, I need you--you are not dying!” With her hands still shaking, Atalia started slowing the bleeding, determined to fix this, to fix one thing in her life.

“Atty. Atty stop.” Adira’s voice sounded weak, but Atalia just continued to blink through her tears and mutter healing spell after healing spell as she prayed to a god she didn’t believe in.

“N-No.” She shook her head, focusing on the work at hand. “I’m the one that deserves this, ‘Dira. I’m the one that’s made the terrible decisions, I deserve the short life not--” her voice cracked-- “not you.”

“Stop.” The firmness in Adira’s tone startled her, the hands back on her cheeks making her look up again. “You don’t deserve that, Atty.”

“Neither do you.” She couldn’t stop the tears anymore, just letting them roll down her cheeks, no doubt cutting paths through the soot and blood already there. They sat there for a while, Atalia holding Adira in her lap while she silently wiped away the younger girl’s tears. “You just got your life back. I promised Levi I’d get you back safely. You and Chryson aren’t the only ones who get to be martyrs, you know.”

The joke was dark, just like all their jokes recently seemed to be, but Atalia still laughed, her hand combing through Adira’s hair. “Chryson’s gonna be so mad you didn’t let him pull the martyr card this time.” The mention of her brother made her freeze--what was she supposed to tell him? His wife stepping into the line of fire for her? As if sensing her thoughts, Adira took a shaky breath and spoke.

“He lost so much, Atty. He couldn’t lose you too.”

“And what about me, ‘Dira?” Sobs started shaking her shoulders. “I know it’s selfish, but I can’t lose you either.”

“You’ll be okay. You’ll have each other.”

The battle was over not long after, Atalia remaining there until her tears had dried and the commotion had died down. No one bothered her or tried to move Adira. Maybe they knew better than to bother Atalia, maybe no one knew at all, but the hushed whispers surrounding her fell on deaf ears as she stared at her wand on the ground in front of her, a bloody hand print wrapped around the useless piece of wood. Nothing stirred her from her protective stance until she heard Chryson’s voice floating toward her.

blaisun post hogwarts

“Are you sure you want to do this?” It was the last thing she’d asked him. He had seen the worry on her face, the wavering in her voice. In reaction, he had reached out and placed a hand on her cheek, allowing her to lean into it and attempt to calm her fears.

When a Veela friend had followed up on a lead she’d mentioned, Sun almost didn’t tell Blaise. She didn’t want to get his hopes up again, but she couldn’t selfishly keep that information from him, not when it came to the very thing that upset him. There was talk of a potion the cured people of their werewolf sides, people that swore by it and proved it by sitting out under the full moon and not turning. Sun was terrified of the possible side effects of it--she didn’t want to take the chance--but it was up to Blaise.

She followed each step carefully, making sure she did everything right to minimize what could go wrong. It started out normally. They knew a side effect would be drowsiness, so they’d set up everything in their bedroom and let him sleep it off after he had taken the potion. It was the worst few hours of her life, sitting on the edge of the bed, listening for every change in breathing and holding his hand in an attempt to sooth her own fears.

By the time Blaise started stirring, she was half asleep herself, but she quickly woke up and started smoothing his hair away from his face. For a few moments, all he did was mutter and stretch lazily. “Blaise?” Her voice was a little hoarse from lack of use for so long. “Love? How do you feel?” Sun swiped her thumb across his cheek bone, watching his eyelids flutter as she started muttering, “Please, please be okay, you idiot.”

“I’m not an idiot.” The words were the biggest relief, especially with the attractive way his voice lilted with sleep. Sun leaned down, pressing her lips to his forehead.

“No, of course not, you just have an annoying habit of making me worried about you.” She smiled, but mentally braced herself what she knew happened every time they woke up together--he’d look at her, his eyes would glaze over for a moment as he re-oriented himself with his surroundings and pushed through her Veela charm. Sitting back up to give him space, she watched his eyes glaze over, but the familiar glint that usually found it’s way into his eyes was replaced with confusion. “Blaise?”

“Who...” She watched, fear seeping into her core as he looked around at their bedroom. “Who are you?”

“Blaise...” Sun’s voice was quiet, praying beyond all hope that this was just some stupid joke he was playing on her to tease her for being worried. “Love, it’s me. Sun.” She was startled as he lurched away from her, backing himself into the headboard to get away from her. Sun stood up, trying not to startle him anymore than he already was.

“I don’t know how you know me, but you need to leave.” There was a panic in his eyes, mirroring the quick pace of her heart as she tried to make sense of everything.

“Blaise--”

“You need to go,” he repeated. If he noticed the tears pricking her eyes and threatening to spill, he didn’t say anything. “Go!” Sun flinched, panic flooding her and causing her to move from the room, closing the door behind her. Even then, she couldn’t leave, so she leaned against the closed bedroom door, sliding to the floor as her world came crashing down around her, following the falling of her tears.

linnie post-hogwarts au

violence tw

The Death Eaters came quickly that night. 

The two women had made a home outside of Diagon Alley after leaving Hogwarts. Alina had given up her family name and everything that came with it--the fortune, the ties to the Death Eaters and every thing in between--just so she could be with Winnie. To her, it didn’t matter if she needed to leave her family or denounce the Death Eaters if it meant she could finally be happy. She had a new life with her love, a new family that accepted her and even brothers-in-law that taught her how to fight.

But her defensive spells weren’t enough when they were ambushed in the middle of the night. It didn’t matter that they thought they were safe in their new home. It didn’t matter that they were finally happily married. Nothing mattered to the cloaked witched and wizards that broke in and ambushed them.

They were pulled from the bed in the middle of the night, trying to separate them from each other, but Alina reached out, clinging on to Winnie’s hand with all her strength. Some part of her knew, that if they were separated, that’d be it. The Travers would get their revenge for the embarrassment the two had caused in their eyes and the Death Eaters would make an example of them for her public denouncing.

“Lina!” The strangled cry jolted her out of her thoughts. Alina reared back, stabbing her wand in the thigh of the man holding her, wasting no time to scramble toward Winnie once he let go.

“Winnie!” The cloaked figure holding her wife stumbled when he saw her get free, clearly not prepared for the escape. Alina reached for her wand, only to remember it was now lodged in the leg of her assailant, and she was weaponless. She reached for the brunette, her gaze moving over her wide eyes as her hands reached out. “I’m right here, I’m--” before the sentence could be finished, another pair of hands grabbed her, her fingers just barely grazing Winnie’s cheek as she was yanked back. “No!”

The wind was knocked out of her as she was thrown back against the apartment wall, gasping for air as she watched her wife being dragged away. “N-No!” Alina’s voice was ragged as she tried to fight back against the hands holding her. “Please, don’t take her--it’s me you want to hurt!”

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Lillian stood outside the Institute, her arms filled with her sketch book and charcoal pencils. Her sight rune poked out from the collar of her shirt from where it was on her collarbone, but the rest of her body was completely unmarked which for someone her age, was quite unusual. She wasn’t sure why she was always so drawn to this building, or why no one else ever seemed to know it was here. She didn’t understand why she always saw things no one else did. When she finally sighed and decided to go home instead of wasting her time standing outside, she turned on her heel and took a step straight into the person coming her way. She dropped her book and pencils, the sketchbook falling open to reveal some of the runes and drawings of the institute she’d been drawing. “Sorry!” She said quickly, dropping to her knees to start collecting her things before looking up at the other. “If I’d have heard you coming I’d have stepped out of the way.”

Gwyneira was often referred to as ‘troubled’ by her family. She didn’t always listen, had a little too much fun with the physical training, and often wandered off during missions. When the last example happened, which was often, the team tended to leave her and make her find her own way back to the Institute. She was doing just that when she ran into a mundane--or who she assumed was a mundane until she spoke to her. “I walk quietly,” Gwyn said with furrowed eyebrows, her confusion evident on her features. After a moment, she stooped down to help pick up the papers, pausing as she saw a few of the runes covering her arms reflected in charcoal and parchment. “Curious obsession you’ve got here, yeah?”

Pippa honestly wasn’t sure when her life became the absolute chaotic, ghost-searchin’, cryptid-seekin’ mess that it was, but she wouldn’t take it back for the whole world. What had started out as a weird kid from Belfast telling local ghost stories and seeking out supposedly haunted locations had turned her into a minor celebrity–at least, on some parts of the web. Her ghost searches had expanded as she grew her own minor fortune, and suddenly she was able to travel to all sorts of weird locations. Honestly, she couldn’t remember the name of this town for the life of her, though. It was some small American town, like she used to hear about on the television back at home. Her phone had horrible service out here, and while she was trying to find a local church that was supposed to be haunted by some vengeful spirits, all she found was that she was lost. Very lost, and very alone.

She’d hardly realized she was passing a party. Her gaze was drawn to her phone, frustration keeping her from really noticing her surroundings. That’s why, when someone finally addressed her, she jumped a little. “Oh, for Christ’s–” she muttered, thick accent seeping through her words. It was a girl. No, not just a girl, but perhaps one of the most attractive girls Pippa had seen since she started traveling around. And she was checking her out, calling her cute. Her face turned a bright red, and she cursed her Irish ancestors for making her skin so red to begin with. “I–Uh–” She didn’t know what to say, especially with the girl biting her lower lip. That was positively sinful. “I’m a wee bit lost, yeah,” she admitted, her voice higher pitched than she would’ve liked. “Reception’s shite here.”

Both her eyebrows raised as the girl spoke, the sound of her accent falling on Nova’s ears with an exciting jolt. Hartfield didn’t have a lot to offer as a small town--except for being close to the coast with a couple tourist attractions bringing people in during the warm months--so anyone that deviated from those norms was exciting to her. Especially if they were adorable blushing girls like the one across from her. Nova let out breathy laugh, holding her arms out on either side of her. “Welcome to small town, USA. Reception’s shite,” she teased. “But the tourist attractions kind of make up for it.”

Nova was sober enough to know the other had probably just stumbled upon the party, but just tipsy enough to not be able to stop herself from saying, “I’m guessing you aren’t here for the party scene like most college aged people are.” She took a step closer to the girl, the party long forgotten behind her. “Ten bucks you’re here for the boarded up church a few blocks over?” Nova gestured vaguely behind herself. “The story is always a bit different depending on who you ask, but a bunch of freaky stuff usually happens there in the middle of the night. Though the townies usually try to avoid that place since we actually have to live here year ‘round.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth again before extending her hand. “I’m Nova. Self appointed tour guide and town disappointment.”

Darcy was known for getting into fights, she didn’t hold back when she got passionate and someone was against her, especially when it was about her Dad. A small smirk touched her lips at Ro’s comment, wincing a little when she laughed afterwards. “Maybe you should.” She teased in response, “Until I’m out of here I expect this to happen a lot.” She said, her tone joking but she wasn’t entirely kidding. She followed Ro to one of the open beds, sitting down on the edge of it with a small sigh in relief to be off her feet. Her nose was obviously broken, with some scrapes and bruises on her arms, hands and face to accompany it. 

“What would you do without me,” she said with a tiny giggle, glancing over her shoulder as they walked. Once Darcy was sitting on the bed, she made note of her relief and mentally decided to see if she could get the blonde to sleep for a bit. Deciding to move on and try that tactic later, Ro placed her left hand underneath the other’s chin and tilted her head back to examine the damage. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were just finding an excuse to come see me--sit still, I need to fix your nose before I can attend to any other injuries, okay?”