shiftsense

/      surprise , surprisee   ;)

/  canon event fr !!  

@eadimidium    /    haha   yes   I   can   defo   imagine   this   !   canon   event   really   < 3

/  yesss karaoke is so fun!  i’d imagine julia and suki would participate in some singing but fear ben and scott would not LMFAO

@crimsonhour   /   MWAH

nadia   santos   |   01:35  am
            
            no,   / no /.   we’re   not   done   with   this   conversation,   benjamin.   not   when   the   last   place   he   was   seen   was   at   my   bar.   he’s   linked   to   me. 
                 
            @dearprey 

benjamin walsh  |   01:32 am
            
            Goodnight, Nadia.  

nadia   santos   |   01:30   am
            
            …   is   he   dead ? 
            
            @dearprey 

╱     !

/ and here pls <3

/ on jack pls <3

[ As Nadia slid the mug toward him, Jasper’s fingers wrapped around the warm ceramic, a faint smirk lingering on his lips. His inner voice couldn't help but register the sight of her snuggling into his shirt the one he had left behind before going out hunting, leaving him with only his denim jacket to wear on top with nothing underneath. / She really thinks she’s keeping it, huh ? / He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a brief, silent moment of amusement passing through him before his lips formed a subtle, mild pout in thought. ]
            
            " The couch ? " [ A low, rumbling chuckle escaped him as he tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over her cozy stance. ] " You're taking the couch , leaving me with the whole bed ? That hardly seems like a fair trade, Nadia. " [ He took a deliberate sip, quickly finishing off the remaining tea before setting the empty mug down on the counter. Raising his arms, he stretched his hands overhead and rolled his shoulders back, the denim of his jacket shifting against his bare chest before he turned to head toward the bedroom. His dark eyes sparkled with quiet mischief over his shoulder. ] " Besides ( ... ) you look a little too comfortable in that. Don't get used to it —d-shirt is mine, you know ." [ He paused near the hallway, a lazy, crooked grin breaking across his face. ]

@crimsonhour    ( … )    graceful ?   oh   / please /.     [    nadia   grabbed   another   mug   with   a   small   grin,   pouring   them   both   a   cup   of   tea.   she   slid   it   over   to   him,   adding   a   spoon   of   sugar   into   her   own   mug   and   giving   it   a   stir.   she   put   a   splash   of   milk   in,   her   hands   underneath   her   sleeves   as   she   picked   the   mug   up,   blowing   softly   and   taking   a   small   sip.   she   sank   back   against   the   counter,   snuggling   comfortably   into   the   shirt.   he   was   definitely   / not /   getting   this   back.   her   gaze   flicked   up   to   him,   shrugging   her   shoulders.     ]    I’ll   take   the   couch.   I   prefer   it,   anyway. 

[ A light laugh escaped Jasper’s throat as he followed her into the kitchen, his pace unhurried and effortless until he stood across from her, resting his hands on the edges of the counter on either side of him with an amused smirk. ] " On my toes, huh ? You can try. " [ He leaned back slightly, his gaze taking its time trailing over the shirt on her frame before flashing her an innocent, teasing look. ] " Better on you ? That’s a bold claim, Nadia. Though you almost make it look convincing. " [ A low chuckle vibrated in his chest as he shook his head. ] " And vampires don't snore — we're far too graceful for that ( ... ) i think " [ He glanced over at the kettle as the water heated up, his expression softening as he looked back at her. ] " I'll take some tea, actually. Thanks. But where are you sleeping then, if not the bed ? " [ He raised a brow, a slow grin touching his lips. ]

@crimsonhour     ( … )     I   think   you’re   revelling   in   my   misery.    [     nadia   pointed   at   him   accusingly   with   the   spoon,   narrowing   her   eyes   at   him.   scoffing   with   offence,   she   dropped   her   spoon   into   the   ice   cream   tub,   setting   it   on   the   table   behind   her.     ]     call   me   “cute”   or   “kitten”   one   more   time.     [    she   warned,   moving   around   the   island   so   that   she   was   stood   directly   in   front   of   him,   unbothered   by   their   height   difference.   she   tilted   her   chin   up   at   him,   cocking   her   head   to   the   side.      ]      I   dare   you.   because   you   and   I   both   know   that   I   can   do   more   than   just   growl.     [     the   corners   of   her   lips   twitched   up,   raising   her   eyebrow   in   defiance   as   her   arms   folded   over   her   chest.      ]     your   “persuasive   charm”   doesn’t   work   on   me,   jasper   sinclair. 

[ Jasper let out an airy, quiet laugh that hummed low in his throat, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners as he watched her kick off her heels and push herself back. He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin back into the palm of his hand with a soft, boyish grin that held zero real threat just pure, teasing warmth. ] " Hey, listen, I offered emotional support during a post salad crisis, that counts for something, " [ he mused, his lip twitching to the side as his gaze tracked her exasperated movement with amused attention. He let his head tilt, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead as his eyebrow arched in mock challenge at her declaration. ] " And try stealing ? Nadia, please. You're sitting there looking like a cute, grumpy kitten trying to guard a goldmine. You really think a little growl is gonna scare me off ? " [ He scoffed playfully, his shoulders moving in a relaxed, easy gesture as he leaned both forearms flat back onto the counter, his gaze locking onto hers with a bright, innocent sparkle. ] " A waste of a good outfit, though ? Now that is the real crime here. Though if you ask me, sitting on the floor eating ice cream out of the tub in it is a massive upgrade from sitting across from Mr. Salad Bar. " [ Shifting slightly, his expression softened into a lighthearted, boyish pout as he gestured lazily toward the ice cream. ] " Come on, just one spoonful. Don't make me use my persuasive charm on a pissed off werewolf , I might actually have to put some effort into it. "

@crimsonhour    ( … )    he   took   me   to   a   freakin’   salad   bar.     [      she   deadpanned,   digging   her   spoon   into   her   tub   again   more   aggressively   than   necessary,   squinting   at   him   and   his   less   than   subtle   amusement   at   her   predicament.   nadia   let   out   a   soft   groan,   shaking   her   head.      ]      he   expected   me   to   bring   him   back   to   my   place   afterwards.   he   was   a   dick.   and   what   a   waste   of   a   good   outfit   this   was.    [     she   huffed,   referring   to   her   dress,   speaking   of   which,   she   kicked   off   her   heels,   feeling   the   coolness   of   the   floorboards   beneath   her   feet.   staring   at   the   vampire,   the   brunette’s   lips   parted   in   disbelief.     ]      reward ?   / you’re /   the   one   who   wanted   to   know !     [      she   exclaimed,   before   the   corners   of   her   lips   curled   up,   cocking   her   head   to   the   side   as   she   pushed   herself   back   from   the   counter   with   her   tub.     ]     I’d   like   to   see   you   try   stealing   from   a   pissed   off   werewolf.   I   / deserve /   this   ice   cream.

/      SHH    ;))

@crimsonhour    /    SAYS   YOU   WITH   DAT   SMOKIN’   THEME 

[ a quiet huff of amusement leaves ben as she talks about the gossip she picks up around the bar.  that,  at least,  he understands.  people have a habit of saying far more than they should when they think no one important is listening.  his fingers curl loosely around the old fashioned as he glances toward the handful of customers scattered throughout the place. ]   i believe it.  give someone enough alcohol and suddenly every private thought they’ve ever had becomes public information.   [ he raises the glass,  but her next question stops him halfway.  another werewolf.  the words change something subtle in his expression.  not alarm exactly,  but awareness.  ben lowers the drink an inch,  studying her more carefully now. ]   i’m passing through.  work stuff,  y’know.   [ deliberately vague,  but truthful enough.  the edge of the glass reaches his lips finally,  taking another drink. ]   

@dearprey    ( … )     [      nadia’s   head   cocked   to   the   side   as   she   finished   the   drink   off   with   a   hint   of   orange   peel.   the   corners   of   her   lips   twitched   up   as   she   slid   the   finished   drink   over   to   him.    she   shrugged   her   shoulders.     ]     I’m   okay,   I   assure   you.   I   enjoy   the   business.   it   makes   me   feel   productive.   and   it’s   quite   entertaining,   listening   to   all   of   the   gossip   around   the   bar.   you   wouldn’t   believe   the   amount   of   shit   I   hear.    [     she   teased,   her   forearms   resting   on   the   counter   as   she   leaned   forward.     ]      so…   what’s   another   werewolf   doing   this   far   out ? 

definitely not.    [ he reassures,  shaking his head for a short moment.  ben watches her craft,  noting how she moves effortlessly—-  as if she has the entire area memorized. ]    i was just curious.  i can only imagine how overwhelming it can get with running the front end and back end of things.  that’s all.  

@wiccaanways      ( … )     [     the   werewolf   winced   as   she   squinted   over   at   him,   shifting   on   her   feet.   her   injury   was   a   nuisance   more   than   anything   but   she   figured   that   it   was   laced   with   some   sort   of   wolfsbane   given   that   she   was   barely   healing.   or   at   least,   it   felt   that   way.    the   wound   was   on   the   back    of   her    shoulder,   somewhere   she   couldn’t   see.      ]      honestly,   you   don’t   need   to   do   that.   I’m   fine.     [     she   reassured   him   as   she   ran   her   fingers   through   her   hair.     ]      I   appreciate   it,   I   really   do,   but   you   don’t   owe   me   anything.   and   it’s   nothing   I   haven’t   handled   before.