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pros to dating a witch:
- you’re dating a witch
cons to dating a witch:
- ????
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the heartbreaker has is heart strings attached to shea so haphazardly. but she doesn’t seem to mind. she waits patiently for him to join her before setting her bowl on the table beside her, eyes scanning the trees from the shade of the house, “it was — yummy.”
❋ Thomas gives her a little smile, mouthing a hello back to her. Setting aside the last dish on the drying rack before wiping his hands on a nearby, and mostly dry, towel. Then making his way out to the porch where she sits. “How was your cereal?” Muscular body leans against the doorframe, eyes on the young woman before him. Fondness to be found there, the likes of which so very few have ever seen from him. ❋
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▤: falling asleep on them
Pietro wasn’t exactly sure what to think about the Seina falling asleep on him like this. SHE was the one who wanted to spend the night in, watching movies with him—-something that he typically H A T E D doing. Ever since his ‘ abilities ’ had awakened, he’d found it hard to remain still for more than 60 seconds, let alone an entire TWO HOURS. But he was willing to do it for HER ; after all, he knew that she would give up ANYTHING for him.
Now Seina was fast asleep beside him, her little head resting against one of his arms. The sight of it was enough to quell the pang of A N N O Y A N C E he initially felt—-she was far more BEAUTIFUL when she looked at peace like this. Then again, Pietro thought that she was always beautiful… Carefully—-and painstakingly slowly—-he shifted out from under her, and guided her to lay on the couch. Then, as any decent person would do, he tucked the throw blanket they’d been sharing around her. He knew how easily she got cold, and for some reason, he’d always thought the gesture rather H E A R T W A R M I N G .
Once that was all said and done, he watched her a moment longer before brushing back the dark hair from her face and laying the gentlest of kisses to her forehead. If asked, he couldn’t explain exactly why he did it ; it just felt RIGHT, and he WANTED to. He made his exit soon after that, ensuring that her door was locked and secure before darting into the night.
But, rest assured, his H E A R T remained behind with her—-and he decided then that he was perfectly okay with that.
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he still isn’t here to make friends. but whatever. since she’s so keen on sticking around he might as well indulge. eyes never leave the page he’s currently on, but his free hand motions for her to sit beside him, “if it stops you from asking a million questions, then sure.” he is not intent on being rude. he’s just. not in a good mood.. never.. in a good mood. and perhaps one day victoria will learn why.
but until then, small talk and grumpy replies are all she’s ever going to get.
☙ She cannot help the bright smile that forms across her face, quickly moving to sit down beside him. Not at all bothered by his grumpy response or foul-seeming mood. She will take what little victories she can where Oliver is concerned. “I only ask questions so I might learn about things.” ❧
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eden’s break definitely ended 5 minutes ago, but she’s still lounging around on the couch at the back of the store, trying to reach the next level in candy crush. the tinkling bell SHOULD get her off her ass and into the front, ready to serve a new customer, but where’s the fun in that? like i said, she has an extremely important level of candy crush to beat.
☁ Lissie, perfectly comfortable in the space, makes her way through the small shop and to the back. Where she knows Eden will be. ( no doubt playing whatever game has recently captured her attention. adelise wonders if it’s the same one as last time. something about little bugs? ) ☁
☁ “Eden? Are you back here?” She peeks her head around the doorway, looking for the other witch. ☁
☁ Adelise sits, shivering in the small puddle of water her dress has created. Having found herself sitting on the ground beside the lake with only broken bits and pieces of the knowledge required to discover how she arrived there. They... they drowned her. Held her head beneath the surface until water filled her lungs and her vision went dark. The faint memories of death make her shiver once more. ☁
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a soft smile is given as liza sets a plate in front of her. her toes stretch and squish against the wood floor beneath them, fingers reaching for the fork on her right. heart warms at the sight of will returning, her own laugh sounding as his rumbling stomach announces its arrival. she pops a bit of eggs into her mouth and watches as he interacts with his mother, only quietly wishing she still had hers around.
“thank you, misses o’leary.” another bit of eggs are eaten.
⚙ “Of course darlin’. Gotta keep my chickadees fed well.” His mother smiles at Genna. Genna who she has come to see as one of her own. There is little doubt in Liza’s mind that one day, if Will has his way, this girl will actually be her daughter. ⚙
⚙ Beside Genna, Will dives right in to the food, devouring it only as a young man truly can. His leg is pressed gently against hers beneath the solid oak of the table that his father built. ⚙
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lazily, genna sits up and swings her feet over the edge of the bed. quiet sunday’s at will’s place have become a regular. head swivels to watch as he disappears into the hallway and her heart grows two sizes. attention turns to legs that dangle from the mattress, hands rubbing over bruised thighs. shoulders fall as she moves to grab a pair of pajama pants from her back. slipping into them with ease, she forgets about the purple, grey and yellow painted across her skin and heads downstairs to see what momma o’leary is cookin’.
⚙ Liza greets Genna with a happy smile when she comes down, urging her to take a seat and immediately beginning to put food in front of her on the table. It’s only a few more minutes before Will joins them, pressing a kiss to his mother’s cheek and then sitting down beside Genna. “Breakfast smells a’mazin’ Mama.” As if agreeing, his stomach rumbles loudly. Echoing around the kitchen. His mother laughs at him. ⚙
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“ Hydra is EVIL INCARNATE, ” he replies, the LOATHING in his voice quite clear. “ It is long story, but rest assured, we will have plenty of time to discuss it later, when you are not so weak. ” It’s then that his sister rejoins them, claiming that some of Stark’s men will be there shortly to retrieve them. “ Seina, you said? That is lovely name. I’ve not heard it before. ”
Pietro’s brows furrow at her sudden OUTBURST, taken aback by the strength she seems to have mustered. Could this ‘ P O W E R ’ she speaks of explain the reason he’d felt so weird when he’d first taken her into his arms? He makes eye-contact with Wanda, who returns his rather puzzled expression, before looking down at her once more. “ Don’t worry. We won’t let harm come to them, nor to you. The people we deal with know how to handle… Well, people like US. ”
❈ Seina hiccups slightly, still trembling. “No-- No you don’t understand. Dios Mio they could die if they were to touch me...” Her voice trails off as she says the last of it. Breathing becoming little stuttering gasps. “I do not know why it did not kill you when you touched me...” The last of her small burst of energy leaves her, and she lays her head against his chest again. Exhaustion rolling through her like undertow. Dragging her down. “Please... do not let me hurt them..” Never once does it come to her mind that they might hurt her instead. ❈
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oliver does not feel compelled to make friends. friends are something you can lose and oliver would honestly rather have nothing. though this is a vulnerability he won’t share with victoria, for fear it would bring them closer than they already are. he taught her english. he taught her how to feed. he taught her enough to survive without him and he’s annoyed with himself that he’s still here.
his sire had been decent enough to leave him with enough knowledge to live among the dead and then she’d disappeared. for good. the brunette inhales, though he doesn’t have to and looks to victoria as she slithers around the couch, “good.”
☙ "That is good.” She cannot help but be pleased that he is responding at all. The sour vampire so prone to simply... walking away when she tries to make conversation. She does not let that deter her. Oliver saved her life and she wants nothing more than to repay that kindness. To give him one of the few things she can. She’s not very good at much more than keeping their little house clean... but she can offer her friendship along with that. Surely that is enough? ❧
☙ "Do you suppose we could... read for a little while?” She loves listening to Oliver read stories, his voice soft and gentle with the words. REading the fairy tales from the book she’d found in one of those little street-corner libraries. Her favorite by far. ❧
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that smile. genna melts beneath the covers, forehead finding its way to his as he slips back into bed. she curls into his arms, the smell of brunch and the sound of his mothers music drifting into the room. brows furrow and she whines again, a small fit of laughter following suit, “fine. go. i’ll meet you downstairs.”
⚙ The laughter is something that Will is sure he could live without. So bright and happy, filling the air around them. It makes him smile widely, and he rubs his nose gently against hers in an Eskimo kiss. “I won’t be long, and it smells like Mama’s got somethin’ good cookin’ downstairs...” ⚙
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internal instincts embedded in her veins perk up. they know he’s watching. but the predator feels safe, knowing that it’s only out of adoration. he is not a hunter of wild animals, but instead a hunter of wild hearts. lips pop and she chomps down on the last bit of her cereal before arching her head back and pouring the newly flavored milk down her throat.
she’s finished but her head is still back and her eyes are on the man in the window behind her. a tiny hello is murmured, the flapping of wings sounding as birds startled by the sound of her voice disappear.
❋ Thomas gives her a little smile, mouthing a hello back to her. Setting aside the last dish on the drying rack before wiping his hands on a nearby, and mostly dry, towel. Then making his way out to the porch where she sits. “How was your cereal?” Muscular body leans against the doorframe, eyes on the young woman before him. Fondness to be found there, the likes of which so very few have ever seen from him. ❋
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his name reaches his ears and still he doesn’t stir. he knows all to well what she’s trying to do and .. he won’t have it. all he needs is his warrior cat and his book. he doesn’t need a friend. and no matter how much she tries to be one, he won’t give in. she stands still, by the door way, blood bags in hand and it’s clear that she’s waiting for some sort of sign.
oliver finally looks to her. really, really looks to her and sets his book in his lap, “victoria.” it’s curt, but it’s progress nonetheless.
☙ It is all Victoria needs though, that progress. Smile as bright as the sun that neither of them have seen in at least a century. Bright and happy as only the sweet little vampire can accomplish. “How was your rest?” ❧
☙ Shifting slightly, Victoria pads around the side of the couch. Not quite joining him but... Making it so that he does not need to turn around entirely just to see her. Hoping that... perhaps this conversation will go farther than the others have. ❧
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a whine elicits, fingers gripping will’s shirt as he tries to slip out of bed. did he really think he could move without getting caught? arms slip to wrap around his waist and she pushes her nose into his lower back, “are you really leaving me right now?” (nevermind that it’s two in the afternoon, but genna didn’t ask you.)
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✦ At the whine Will freezes, a soft smile and a gentle sigh coming on him all at once. Moving carefully, he reaches back to wrap his arms around her. Laying back again in the warm indentation his body previously left in the bed. “I need ta go to tha’ bathroom Princess...” The softness of his touch against her back is quite the juxtaposition from the rough callouses one would find if you looked at his hands. ✦
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the wolf’s heart is warm. she sits on the porch while thomas washes dishes in the kitchen just behind her, spoon in hand as she chomps on trix cereal. despite the fact that it’s the afternoon. blue eyes stare at the absurd colors, nose wiggling as she takes another bite of the weirdly flavored human food.
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❋ Thomas occasionally looks over at her, something... fond in his expression. Of course, she is eating the small bit of what he has left of his favorite cereal.... but he cannot bring himself to mind all that much. She looks so happy eating it. And the wrinkled nose is cute... ❋
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fingers flex, tongue darting out to lick his index as the little vampire moves to turn the page. he reads silently, his companion delilah sitting beside him on the arm of the battered & beaten couch. his head tilts as the door to their domain swings shut, eyebrow twitching as he looks up to see an exhausted victoria. as though this is acknowledgement enough, he say nothing of her entrance, returning to his attention to the book in his hand.
oliver linden is still not entirely comfortable with her presence, but like a lost puppy he can’t seem to get rid of her.
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☙ Closing the door behind her, Victoria leans back against it for a moment. Just... breathing deeply despite the fact that she has no longer has a need. The man at the blood bank had been asleep again, and so Victoria was able to slip away with a few bags of blood. Knowing that she needs to feed. Knowing, yet refusing. Refusing to take life from another. Not even the smallest amount. ❧
☙ Slipping off her shoes by the entrance, Victoria moves quietly through the old abandoned house in which they now reside, feet soft against the fluffy brown carpet. Walking towards the couch on which Oliver is sitting. Stopping at the corner and reaching out to touch the back of it. Not certain if she should say something or not. He’s the only vampire companion she has ever known... and that makes her cling to him even tighter than she otherwise might. Remembering that night that he saved her... ❧
☙ “Hello Oliver.” ❧