bIoodthirsts

riiight. [ she draws out with a nod, and doesn’t bother to write down the drink order like she normally does and places it in her apron pocket. her hand pats the table twice, once on his hand, and she turns around to grab his drinks. her coworkers are whispering something about him. she wonders if he's  paying enough attention to even hear them. probably. she walks over, coffee pitcher, mug, and glass of coke in her two-handed grip. ] 
                    here you are, s̲i̲r̲. [ a teasing lilt in her voice as she speaks. her usual friendly smile spreads across her face, though she knows she doesn’t have to keep her customer-service demeanor with him. she gestures with a nod to behind the bar. ] my coworkers think you’re cute. (…) figured you should know before they try to sink their teeth into you. 

@adoreaus,
             ⠀⠀⠀ to be fair, i didn’t know you worked here.   [he holds his hands up in surrender, before he brushes them against his shirt to act like the most normal person ever (and fail miserably). he clears his throat, pressing his knuckles against the table.]   um.. i don’t know. maybe just some coke’s or coffee for now? 

/     @crimsonhour 
            oh what the flip </3

/     sorry , but we are not blind   < / 3

@bloodshed 
             ⠀⠀⠀ “i knew this would be a fucking mistake.”  he presses his face into his hands, the ink on his hands stretching as his fingers accommodate the pair of glasses he wears. it was a stylistic choice, not at all necessary. he actually wants to rip them off and throw them at the wall, but what good would that do him?  “there isn’t a single *fucking* thing that i can do that would help this, and even if there was, i’d be putting ximena in jeopardy! so, yes, for right now, the only option i *have* is to think about it.”

/ <3 

/      stares

/  licks it 

@corvids 
             ⠀⠀⠀ i’ll take being hexed if that means you’ll let me keep the ink. um, back to the point—- i’m here because i was wondering if you would let me take ximena out of the country for, like, a week or two.

⠀ ⠀ oh,  gods.  is  it  something  stupid?  if  it’s  something  stupid,  i’m  going  to  hex  you,  ryker.

@corvids 
             ⠀⠀⠀ i need to ask a very big favor of you, and texting you didn’t seem like the best option. i’d rather do it face-to-face.

@corvids 
             ⠀⠀⠀ [aden allows matilde to worry while he remains calm and composed, his fingertips opening and closing the water bottle in his hands that seems to be for fidgeting rather than drinking. when she’s done speaking, he hums.]   i don’t know how the whole magic thing works, so i’m afraid that you’re going to have to be the one to help her with it.  (..)  she does talk with the birds, though. she’s been giving me some ominous warnings to stay home when people are looking for me. 

⠀ ⠀ (a small smile cracks her stony feature, a softness behind her eyes that is only reserved for her sisters.)    she’s  always  had  an  attitude  problem,  glad  she  didn’t  lose  it.  (then,  the smile drops slightly. more concern is drawn on her now.  after all,  who is she if not a worried big sister.)    how  is  her  magic?  has  she  been  keeping  up  with  her  study  and  divination?  did  she  call  her  familiar  yet?  

@corvids 
             ⠀⠀⠀ she’s doing great. she’s learning self-control, being very open-minded about it. she does have an attitude though, but that’s to be expected when you ask me to make a teenager just that for the rest of eternity.

you are so— ugh! [ she pushes him away removing the blade from him entirely in disgust— as if she too hadn’t entertained the thought. she’d never hurt him, honestly she doesn’t even think she could. her eyes roll, throwing her knife on the table. it nearly hit her computer but right now she didn’t care. though it didn’t seem like it, she wasn’t mad at him. her lips purse into a frown, wanting to hide. 
                  she places her hand on the wall, leaning against it as she tries to figure out how to answer his question. lottie prided herself on being careful when it came to her identity— more so than her own life, at the very least giving people locations to pick her up on dates and hanging out with friends, warding her house with devil’s trap and anti witch markings, yet something had happened that made her question how well all of that was working. she breaths out, embarrassed and angry. ] some warlock asshole hexed me. [ which is why her house smelt like disgusting incests and sage. ] i spent the last hour getting rid of it and now i need to kill the bastard but (…) i don’t know who it is. i (…) [ she pauses, grappling with the fact with a harsh swallow. ] i could’ve DIED if i didn’t find it in time! 

@adoreaus 
             ⠀⠀⠀ i find that incredibly hard to believe.   [he lets the back of his head fall against the wall he found himself against, a lazy grin on his lips. the situation he finds himself in doesn’t bother him. if anything, it actually stokes a weird desire in him that he doesn’t name, and will take to his grave whenever it comes. he moves his right hand up to rest on her left hip, blue eyes flicking down to her lips for a brief moment before they focus back on hers. he doesn’t pull her close or push her away, he simply seeks out her warmth in a way that he’s hoping doesn’t end up with his hand being cut off.]
             ⠀⠀⠀  you’re accusing me of saying your name quietly? quite the opposite, actually. i said your name at a regular volume, you just seemed to be in your own little world.. which you still haven’t answered. i’m pleased to know what you’re thinking about now, but what *were* you thinking so hard about that you couldn’t even hear me? hm?   [despite his teasing, part of him actually worries about what she may possibly going through. he didn’t know many hunters personally, but he knew of the stress that they often found themselves in. he doesn’t want to see her succumb to whatever it is. even if he’s being a prick, he’ll be there to help. when hasn’t he been right by her side when shit went down with hunts as of late?]

[ her hand relieves some of the pressure from his throat which held the blade just close enough to not be dangerous. her glare softens, frustrated and very clearly on edge. a scoff leaves her lips. ] first time i ever heard a man say that. [ she mutters. he’d already told her once she wasn’t intimidating and honestly, she didn’t mind it. to her, it didn’t matter if the monsters she’d hunted were afraid— so long as they were dead. she moves her arm, now just holding the blade against him; the tip of it held at his clothes. her knee is still keeping him pressed close. ] right now (…) [ she hums. ] i’m just thinking of how quiet you had to be for me to not hear you and i’m kinda wondering if it was on purpose. 

@crims0nblack 
             ⠀⠀⠀ i don’t recall offering you anything, nor do i say please. it seems like this just isn’t your day, huh? well.. better luck next time, i suppose.

/     @eadimidium 
            we’re gonna kiss if you keep talking to me like that (‘:

/  all of your creations are my favorite but wtv i guesssss

/     curious   or   teasing   pls !

/ teasing pls 

@bIoodthirsts‎   /     curious