@blackcqt-
" do you know yur way around here ? 'm kinda lookin fir a book . and i have no idea where ta even look .. "
@ssmoke2joints || well .. you’ll never find that * here * , you’re in the wrong section. follow me.
/ pretending i totally didn’t drop off the face of the earth for a while,, bringing my baby back now, cb (pls and ty)
/ theme ate down <33
" i don' understand why i can' get a /single/ cupa coffee fir free, man .. "
@kkookscoke || “ .. i /buy/ my coffee.? with money.? i didn’t make this coffee love — i go to a coffee shop for this. if you want, we can buy each other coffee or something, but i don’t know what else to tell you — . ”
@kkookscoke || “ .. because things costs money.? if you want free coffee, make it yourself .. ? ”
" are ya like, takin new workers maybe ? ... askin fir a friend "
@kkookscoke || “ alright .. well, why don’t we do a test run this afternoon, see how we work, and i’ll let you know after, yeah.? ”
" do you leave this place ? like ... ever ? "
what’s up with you?
@clawmarkns || ( at the suggestion of /him/ being the current problem, salem wanted to laugh — but she simply shook her head, afraid that if she opened her mouth for too long, she’d lose control. ) “ god no — if it was you, you’d be dead, ” ( the words were soft, and she wished that they weren’t true. she could tell that whoever was bleeding was bleeding a lot — and no one was cleaning it, no one was doing anything. the blood was just .. there. and that wasn’t a good thing. her hand went up to cover her nose, seeing if that would diminish the smell, but her senses were already alert, and she could do nothing about it. the red in her eyes seemed to only lighten, and it caused actual fear — fear he’d definitely notice. ) “ i need to get out — /we/ need to leave. now. ”
* emmaline’s brows furrow and on instinct he takes half a step forward, seeing the look on her face. it wasn’t one he was familiar with, not with salem. almost a look of fear— but <not>. * what? what is it? * the eye color change didn’t escape his notice, but the teeth did. the slytherin has half the mind to not reach out to her— not after she’s been so distant during this entire encounter. but then he makes himself stop. what if it’s him that’s causing this reaction? * salem. tell me what’s going on— do i need to go? am i— doing something? * there was no way for him to have any clue why any of this was going on. *
@clawmarkns || ( thinking that was the end of the conversation, salem let out a sigh, opening her mouth to probably apologize and thank him. except she didn’t. no words ever cane close to leaving her mouth, because as soon as her gaze met his, as soon as she opened her mouth, the scent of something delicious hit her — something she’d been dying to have again. whoever was hurt, or bleeding, was near them. did fate hate her.? she was aware that just with that, her eyes had most likely turned deep red, and she could feel her canines sharpen. unaware of what to do, she simply froze in panic, mouth shutting quickly. she only had one thought in her mind. ) “ fuck .. ”
are you laughing at my costume? :)
@clawmarkns || “ i’ll let you know, i don’t care about any awards. i’m content with just being a siren. >:c ” ( salem protested as her arms wrapped around him. she lied obviously — she did care, but he didn’t need to know that. ) [ lmao so relatable- ]
* emmaline rolls his eyes, shaking his head. * yeah— but s’not like your costume will win you any awards.
* / he’s vv serious about his costume hfjfjgj
's halloween, wouldn' ya rather be /anywhere/ besides here ?
what’re you doing all the way over there?
@clawmarkns || ( simply standing in front of him, she let her nose get adjusted to his scent while listening to his every word. hearing the way he spoke, the sentiment behind his words. she briefly let herself imagine what it was like — what having what she could tell he had with his family. but she chose to not dwell on it, to not make herself think of things that will only ruin her night, and with much hesitance, she let her arms wrap around him, face winding up being burrowed in his neck. ) “ .. do you have a favorite memory.? ”
* it was a memory he hadn’t thought of in awhile. the deep timbre of his fathers hum— of feeling truly safe and special, tucked away into his bed. for a long time, he had relied on those memories of the past. of any little thing he could that had to do with his parents, he clung to. it almost felt like a betrayal, not thinking of it in so long. seeing her come closer, emmaline stayed rooted in place. * more? uh.. my favorite dish my mama would make was käsespätzle. she tended to make it on winter nights, for whatever reason. * it was obvious from his tone that he missed his parents. his family. these memories had long sense been buried. * it’s.. sort of similar to macaroni and cheese.
@clawmarkns || ( that sounded very nice, sweet. she tried to imagine it — russian lullabies, baby emmaline, emmaline’s father that she’d never seen before but she assumed looked like an older version of him — it all seemed sweet, peaceful, calm. the type that seemed unattainable. next thing she knew, she’d moved to stand right in front of him. sure, his scent was strong, stronger than before despite the candle, but god did she miss him. she always did. who would’ve thought you could miss someone while standing in front of them.? ) “ tell me more .. ”