𝓶𝒐𝒐𝒏’𝒔 ☽ c͟͟𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤

@magikais    ( … )    clearly.    [       the   redhead   teased   again,    something   resembling   both   a   laugh   and   a   huff   of   exasperation   leaving   her   lips   as   she   was   pulled   to   her   feet.   alana   gave   in,   moving   to   the   middle   of   the   room   with   the   vampire,   shooting   her   an   offended   look.     ]     you   really   think   you   can   bribe   me   with   booze  ?       [       she   absolutely    could   and   she   knew   it.   the   corners   of   alana’s   lips   tugged   up   as   she   swayed   in   rhythm   to   the   music.       ] 

i’m a woman of unique tastes. [ she beckons forward again with a small teasing smile, grasping for her hand to pull her up. her eyes roll playfully. ] oh, i’m sure you’d / love / to watch me but please, just this one song and i’ll buy you a drink. 

@magikais    (  …  )    huh.   I   had   no   idea   you   were   into   cheesy   music   like   this  .        [      the   werewolf   smirked   a   little   as   she   leaned   her   head   back   onto   the   headrest   of   the   armchair,   legs   curled   and   tucked   underneath   her.     a   loud   groan   left   her   lips.       ]    oh   come   on….  I’m   a   lousy   dancer.   can’t   I   just   watch   ? 

@hyrded    ( … )       you   absolute   fool.    don’t   sneak   up   on   me   like   that.       [      her   eyes   were   wide,   scarred   features   pale.    her   breath   came   in   slow,   deliberate   inhales,   her   sharp   claws   pressing   into   the   tender   flesh   at   his   throat   with   such   precision   that   a   single   twitch   could   end   his   life.   she   could   feel   the   pulse   beneath   his   skin,   but   not   enough   to   draw   blood   yet.   her   eyes   scanned   his,   watching   the   slight   movement   of   his   adam’s   apple,   before   she   eventually   released   him,   claws   retracting,   as   if   they   had   never   been   there   to   begin   with.      ]       next   time,   don’t   be   so   careless...   what   the   hell   are   you   even   doing   here  ? 

@lunarhunts 
            
            / GET ME ACTIVE ON @howlprints AGAIN .

&.      any..       / JOKE.       3 drops here between angst, gore and soft here and on @khthon

@wiccaanways    (   …   )      [       the   redhead   snorted,   shaking   her   head   in   amusement.   her   eyebrow   rose   in   disbelief.      ]         I’ve   seen   your   ‘ flirting ‘   face,   langdon.   you   were   flirting.   BIG   time. 

all the time. thankfully people are smart enough to listen anyway. [ the vampire winks cheekily. as the vampire reveals the cream lipstick, a part of her couldn’t help but feel a bit strange, a sort of hunger started to stir in the pit of her stomach, fluttering and light as she meets her gaze with a subtle smile. it was nice to be here with someone who wasn’t shallow, someone who didn’t value her for her vampirism or her looks. ] it’s just some lipstick, i brought some just in case you wanted to try something new and… [ she brings it her dress to compare the colors side to side. ] it is the perfect shade to compliment you and your dress. [ she gasps playfully, hand over her heart in for surprise before raising a brow slightly. ] so may i? 

@magikais     ( … )       well   I   know   / that /.    you   have   a   habit   of   bending   the   rules.    [      the   huntress   snorted,   shaking   her   head.   when   victoria   let   her   hands   fall,   alana   felt   a   strange,   unfamiliar   ache,   as   if   she   was   suddenly   aware   of   how   much   she   wanted   to   hold   on.   it   was   a   feeling   she   hadn’t   expected,   especially   since   she   was   usually   so   guarded.   but   alana   wasn’t   sure   how   true   the   blonde’s   thoughts   were.   she   didn’t   like   being   fussed   over,   nor   did   she   like   bringing   attention   to   herself,   especially   since   half   the   time,   she   was   pretending   to   be   someone   else   in   order   to   get   close   to   supernatural-based   crime   scenes.     ]     only   slightly.     [       she   finally   echoed,   her   hues   gleaming   as   she   lifted   her   chin   with   an   air   of   playful   stubbornness.      ]       don’t   get   used   to   it.     [       she   turned   to   face   the   vampire,   raising   her   eyebrow.     ]       has   anyone   told   you   how   demanding   you   are…    uh   oh.   what   have   you   got   there  ? 

i don’t have to do a lot of things, but i do them anyway. [ the last part she says softly, playful, with a smile. her gaze that would normally avert to her own reflection strays to focus on hers. victoria’s mind goes back to the time she once said alana was striking with her scar, and how alana instinctively called her a liar. she realizes that her hands have been on the woman for a moment too long and lets them fall to her side. ] i think… there’s a part of you that wants to be used to this. only slightly. [ for a moment the vampire turns to walk to her purse she’d left in the dressing room, she takes a new lipstick out, smile growing slightly as she walks back, hiding it behind her back. she turns the woman’s head slightly to face her. there was no part of her that wanted alana to change entirely. ] turn to face me.

@wiccaanways    (  . . .  )      if   you   laugh,   langdon,   I   swear   to   / hell /—       [         the   redhead   grumbled   as   she   looked   down   at   him   from   where   she   was   currently   hanging   in   the   air   within   that   net.   she   groaned,   shaking   her   head,   before   resting   her   forehead   against   the   net.     ]       it   must   be   enchanted   somehow   —   nothing   will   cut   the   damn   thing.   you   gonna   help   out   your   favourite   werewolf   ?    pretty   please   ? 

@magikais      ( . . . )        fair   enough.     [       alana   shifted   her   weight,   resting   her   hip   against   the   table’s   edge   as   she   watched   victoria   with   a   faint   smile   —   more   genuine   this   time.  her   tone   is   gentle,   warm   with   that   playful   undercurrent   that   never   quite   leaves   her   voice.     ]     yeah…   you   are   nice   to   me.   I   see   it,   even   when   you   act   like   I   should   be   grateful   you   haven’t    bitten   me   or   something.       [    she   joked,    tucking    a   strand   of   her   red   hair   behind   her   ear.    ]     but   I   don’t   need   you   to   try   so   hard   with   me,   vic.   I   like   you   just   the   way   you   are.   fangs   and   all.
             
            /     we’re   gonna   ignore   how   late   this   is…    I’m   so   sorry   !   < 33

[ her playful pout contorts into a small smile, head tilting to the side as she remembered that night. though it was incredibly uncomfortable for her to try to make the man she was so repulsed by feel at ease. ] i shouldn’t have to be nice to people who don’t deserve it. i like to think i’m pretty nice to you. [ a brow raises, smile still lingering across her painted lips as if awaiting her approval which— she was. ] 

@magikais    (  . . .  )       [        the   redhead   rolled   her   eyes,   a   sharp,   playful   smirk   curling   the   corners   of   her   lips.   she   folded   her   arms   across   her   chest.    ]     oh   really ?     [     she   tilted   her   head   slightly,   her   wild   hair   spilling   over   her   shoulders   as   she   studied   the   vampire.      ]       victoria,   the   last   time   you   tried   being   nice,   the   guy   ended   up   with   a   torn   out   throat.   granted,   it   was   fucking   deserved,   but   if   that’s   your   version   of   nice,   remind   me   to   stay   on   your   good   side.

@hyrded     ( . . . )       [      alana’s   eyes   gleamed   with   a   predatory   hunger   as   she     wiped   a   thin   sheen   of   sweat   from   her   brow.   her   heart   raced,   but   not   from   the   physical   strain   of   the   fight—no,   it   was   the   adrenaline   of   the   battle   that   had   her   pulse   quickening.   she   had   barely   avoided   rurik’s   strike,   her   werewolf   instincts   kicking   in   just   in   time   to   save   her.   a   wicked   grin   spread   across   her   face,   her   sharp,   wolfish   teeth   catching   the   light   as   she   straightened   from   her   combat   stance.   with   a   fluid   motion,   she   swiped   away   another   bead   of   sweat   from   her   forehead,   her   amber   eyes   flashing   with   a   mix   of   amusement   and   fierce   challenge.      ]      come   on   now.        [      she   teased,   her   voice   low   and   playful.      ]     that   was   nothing   more   than   a   warm-up.        [      her   lips   curled   into   a   mischievous   half-smile,   daring   him   to   take   the   next   move.   the   thrill   of   the   fight   was   too   intoxicating   for   her   to   back   down   now.         ]
            
            

@hyrded     (  . . .  )       [      alana   cocked   an   eyebrow,   the   faintest   smirk   curling   the   edge   of   her   lips   as   she   crossed   her   arms,   the   leather   of   her   brown   jacket   creaking   quietly   in   the   silence   that   followed.       ]        oh   really  ?      [     she   asked,   voice   thick   with   sarcasm   and   amusement.       ]         because   for   someone   not   staring,   you   sure   were   burning   holes   through   me   like   you’ve   got   laser   vision.   you   do   realize   I   hunt   things   that   lurk   in   the   dark,   right  ?   I   notice   things.    movements.   heartbeats.   heat   signatures.  / staring / .       [       she   tapped   her   temple   with   her   index   finger.      ]     it’s   kind   of   my   job.