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"What? My chips not good enough for you?" She asked, feigning offense as she brought her chips closer to herself. Holding them close to her chest and out of his reach. "Nothing in particular," Apple replied, bringing her phone down to show the endless shorts on her social media. "Just wasting away online." She was merely killing some time. Waiting on Zekai to finish work so they could go out for a drink. They were taking too long though, and she found herself entering the establishment to get herself a snack. "Are you dining by your lonesome, Doc?"

After a twelve hour shift, Beckham stopped at the diner to grab a quick bite before heading home. While nursing a glass of water and french fries, he people watched. People could be quite intriguing when nobody was looking. He chuckled lightly, catching Apple just as spit up a little bit while laughing.

"No, not at all. Not even a little bit." he said, chuckling lightly as he reached for one of his own fries. "What are you watching?"

#convo. ⸻ 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔟𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫. #𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢. ⸻ ft. beckham reinmann

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The smile on their lips widened in response to his comment. Valentina hadn't really told anybody about their evolution the last year, but it was fun to see the reactions from those who did in fact sense their power. It excited them too much. Made them extra giddy, and chatty. "It doesn't do it for us unfortunately," Valentina replies, glancing from Dylan to the water then back again. "Just stand upwind." they spoke, letting out a small laugh while Hunter and Xander hollered as if they'd told the best joke in the world. "We'll promise to keep our fangs to ourself." They weren't lying. Dylan didn't smell appetizing enough for Val to want to take a chunk out of him. Playing, however? Was definitely on their to do list. "We didn't asked to be this way, Dyl. Have some compassion."

For so long the night is quiet, the only noise in Dylan's ears is the crunching of twigs underneath his heavy steps and the steady inhale and exhale of his breathing. He doesn't scare easily, but Valentina's chilling voice cutting through the silence makes him jump, eyes darting across shadows until he finds them hovering statuesquely in the creek. Almost like a ghost, but he knows that scent anywhere. Vampire.

He's not sure if it's the full moon incoming or just his general distaste for fangs but he bristles, hackles raising up his spine. He's not in the mood for a fight, but he's prepared just in case Val feels like trying to take a bite. "Nah," Dylan replies brashly. "You and your ugly friend over there look like you'd have a better time on your own, and I prefer to keep the stench of the dead away from me."

#convo. ⸻ 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔞 𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔪. #𝔳𝔞𝔩. ⸻ ft. dylan frost

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"You don't say." They commented settling into a comfortable position against Frankie. Valentina fixed their gaze up towards the sky, trying to find this constellation as if they knew what it even looked like. As if it would pop out of the sky and reveal itself to them. "So what do you think is out there?" Val asked. Their fingers brushed over Frankie's thigh, drawing circles against the fabric covering their flesh. Distracting themselves in order to remain where they were. To not focus too much on the heat coming off Frankie's body and attempting to suffocate Val with every gust of wind. It was an odd situation. They didn't mind being held, but being held by Frankie was always different. It meant something. Not to them, but to Frankie it seemed. They could tell in how rigid their companion sat. People didn't react to Val in such a way which made it hard to navigate how they felt about it all. Made their skin crawl. "Think maybe one day we'll know? We could live forever Frankie." they asked, turning to face them.

It was clear that Valentina, to some degree, wasn’t speaking to Frankie. Not that it wasn’t easy to ignore - their sudden laughter, speaking to them self, random infuriated yelling. Frankie had no part in this conversation. But it was easy to brush aside the second Val was draping them self over Frankie, pulling them in close. Val obviously knew the exact moves to make to make Frankie’s brain go blank, so whatever discomfort they felt shattered like a body plummeting through ice. They’d ignore their own infected flesh rotting if it meant someone would bat their lashes at them just a bit longer. “All… all of space is. Interesting.” As they spoke, Frankie tried too hard not to - move. Shallow breaths as they all but wheezed out their sentence, stiffening just from how much they didn’t want to jostle Val. They weren’t naturally the affectionate type, Frankie had pieced it together early into knowing them, so this felt like a gift - or a cat pawing at your lap for the first time only to be miffed as soon as you so much as shuffle. “I wanna know… what else is, uh, out there. Like, aliens. I figure there’s… no such thing as the. Uh, tiny green people. But there’s gotta be… something. I like the Leo constellation. It’s got… some of the brighter stars. In our whole solar system. I’d show you better but I don’t - want to move yet.”

#convo. ⸻ 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔞 𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔪. #𝔳𝔞𝔩. ⸻ ft. francis noel

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They allowed their eyes to dance over Soleil’s face, assessing the others features for… they didn’t know exactly what for, but it did not mirror the glint in Val’s eyes. The story had gone from one they couldn’t care much for to one they’d love to hear more of. How long did she suffer? Was she made immortal in order to extend the pain? Did she regret her doings? They always did, didn’t they? Once it was too late. “Tell me more.” Val asked, enchanted by the words Soleil spoke. The emotions that flourished, and their need to know it all. They could see it. Her eyes glued to Soleil’s imitation, but Val could imagine her strung up in midair. Shackles to the stars. Would she burn and scream forevermore? Valentina bit her lower lip, captivated by their view. It would have taken too much for them to glance away, to not devour her with their gaze but they couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to either. “We go where we want to.” Val responded after a while. They weren’t attached to anything on the mundane plane. Had nothing keeping them here, but also had nowhere to go. No one to miss them. No one to mourn them. “We go where we want to.” They repeated, finally turning their gaze away. "Do as we want to. Be who we want to. Nothing really changes. If death is what you seek, we can arrange that."

EVEN the thought of torture felt visceral - all too real, like they could imagine the heat beneath her feet - the air leaving her lungs; the peck of beak against their blooming red skin. A reflexive shiver brushed at her shoulders - eyes casting down onto Val and the white gleam of her fangs. "She tried to appease the sea monster by sacrificing her daughter, Andromeda - but she was saved by Perseus. So Poseidon strung her up against the stars, bound to her forever throne -" Soleil's arms extended out from her, side by side - like wings unfurling, or arms bound apart from one another; her chin tilting up towards the heavens once more as they spoke, "- I feel that is an appropriate punishment - is it not worse? To be bound in one place - above all other, but never to die? Never to walk, or even fold one's arms. Just watching and waiting for an end that'll never come. Doesn't immortality feel like that - a punishment?" She never wanted to live forever - it'd never been a thought in her mind. It was something that was supposed to be out of her power. Her death was supposed to be natural. "When everything on earth wastes away, as all natural things do, where do we go?"

#𝔳𝔞𝔩. ⸻ ft. soleil camara #convo. ⸻ 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔞 𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔪.

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“You must be feeding them plenty!” They replied with delight. A bit astonished with the thought of all the chickens popping eggs on the daily. Lupita had never really been around animals other than when they visited the farm, which in it on itself was not often, but they did enjoy the sounds that accompanied it. The smell was awful, but they could imagine waking up to that noise every morning. Almost as lovely as the church bells they awoke to. “Have you guys thought of expanding well past just pork?” They asked with curiosity as they stalked the egg cartons atop one another. Guadalupe waved a hand at Henry and smiled. They didn’t mind putting something together for them. Angels didn’t exactly need to eat, but their body worked just as well as the next human. “It’s absolutely no bother, really.” Lupita reassured him as they walked around the kitchen isle to the practically empty fridge. They didn’t normally have people over, specially since Lupita stayed so occupied with their Bible sessions and sermons so restocking the fridge was naturally the last thing they thought of. There were however fruits from the market trip the pastors had taken the previous day. “No allergies? I have melons and berries.” Lupita offered as they took each container out, “I can make some eggs and toast to accompany. Have a seat.”

"It's no problem, you're doing me the favor to be honest," Henry shrugs, handing off the second carton. "Our hens can't seem to stop laying at the moment so we have more eggs than we know what to do with, and I already handed off a bunch to the market." With spring in full swing, the Holm farm was currently buzzing with an abundance of life, as was the surrounding forest. It's Henry's favorite time of year; when he can hear the trees waking up from a slumbering winter, birds coming back to make nests for their newborns, insects once again singing their dusk songs. Nature stretching and yawning awake. Henry too feels freshly invigorated, their tether to the earth reinforced and strengthened with the changing of seasons. "Oh, thank you," Henry smiles, following Guadalupe inside. "You don't need to go to any trouble for me, some fruit would be sufficient enough if you have it."

#𝔩𝔲𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞. ⸻ ft. henry logan #convo. ⸻ 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢

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Rory beamed up at Henry, being quite excited about telling them all sorts of new and interesting facts that she’d dug up about rabbits the previous day. “They also eat their own shit sometimes.” she followed up with, invested in letting Henry know all she remembered. Perhaps it wasn’t the best choice of information to discuss, but she did have a field day upon hearing it. “There were some really fancy words I don’t remember exactly, but it’s good for their immune system. Or was it nutrition?” Rory questioned and dismissed with a single shoulder shrug before continuing, “I don’t think I could do it. Eat my own feces even if scientifically proven to boost my immune system. But bunnies do it without even any science!” Her ears perked at the words, and she couldn’t have reached up for Henry’s hand faster if she tried. Too much excitement cursing through her veins. “A present?” Aurora asked excitedly as they got to their feet. “For me?”

"Oh really?" Henry asks with an enthusiasm that aptly matches Aurora's. "I didn't know that. What other fun facts do you have stored up there in that brain of yours?" It's a lie of course, but it's a gentle one. Their long life and fortified tether to mother nature has seen to it that Henry knows all there is to know about the world around them. But Rory's recovery is important, and he'll happily play along so she's encouraged to keep learning. "Oh that reminds me," Henry announces, pushing themselves up from the ground, dusting dirty hands onto pants legs before offering an arm out to Aurora. "I've got something to show you."

#𝔞𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔯𝔞. ⸻ ft. henry logan #convo. ⸻ 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔲𝔰

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"Yeah, totally." Cas pressed his lips to keep from laughing out loud as they both stared at absolutely nothing. Then again in his years of life he's learned to not judge things too easily. There were things out there that he too was still learning about daily, despite the length of his miserable life. "I couldn't tell you even if you described it to me. I don't really see anything." he finally said truthfully, walking around her and hopping onto the counter as he took a seat. "Maybe some kind of spell or something?"

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"Hey, has this always been here?" Celeste calls from the next room, her gaze doing a double take towards the strange looking item that's caught her eye. She reaches out to touch it, but an inner instinct urges her not to and her fingertips hover tentatively in mid-air instead. The redhead wonders for a moment if it's even real, or if she's being pulled in death's unavoidable direction; the darkness leaving her little breadcrumbed clues to follow. "You do see it, right?" She quizzes, her periphery clocking the company that's rejoined her. "What is it?"

#𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔯. ⸻ ft. celeste beaumont #convo. ⸻ 𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔳

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#lupita / visage

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#valentina / visage

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#bash / visage

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Dante couldn't help but smile inspite of her worries. In the world they lives, he'd be more surprised if she were mentally ill then seeing actual ghosts. Her therapist would have caught onto something by this point wouldn't she? And if not then they certainly had a lawsuit coming their way. He wasn't worried, though. If the entities frightened her then he'd do everything in his power to ensure they kept their distance. There had to be someone out there able to do something about these apparitions. "You won't find out for sure until you confront the problem, pretty girl." He pulled on her hand, messing with her fingers as she'd done his before guiding her to their bed. "That is if it's something you want to do." Dante moved around her and undoing the covers so she could climb in besides him, "If you don't want to then I'll chase them all away!" His joked lightheartedly, but his gaze remained on her. Dante wasn't a fan of how scared her own sanity made her. The only way he could show his support was with encouragements and being present. "We can stop by the church and get some holy water. I'm sure the old man would just love that."

Sawyer raises her eyes up to him, her hand reaching out to take his. Her love language has always been physical; at any point in time she's near the man in front of her she has to have her hands on him in some way or another. His little smile and hand squeeze tells her he's taking a route where he's not going to try and keep scolding her a little longer. If there was one person in this entire world she knew loved her inside and out, it was Dante. They've had a connection for as long as she could remember and the only thing she can say she regrets when it comes to their relationship was not pulling him closer when she lost herself in Chicago. She tilts her head to the side, pressing her lips together when he mentions she should probably talk to the spirits at hand. "You..." She inhales. "You don't think I'm just seeing things," it's not question, the way he's wording it makes her think that he fully believes she is seeing spirits and it's not something her past inflicted on her in some form of a disease. "I've been too worried to try and talk to them." She chews on her lower lip. "I thought maybe when I almost..." She drops her gaze to his hand, her fingers still touching his. It's a sensitive topic for not only her, but him as well. She sometimes wonders if he ever felt it; the moment she died. "I thought maybe the drugs did it."

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#convo. ⸻ 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 #𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢. ⸻ ft. sawyer marshall

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#dante / frankie

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Excitement cursed through his chest as he waited for Francis to ponder through their thoughts. To gather up whatever determination they needed in order to give into what they both wanted. He could feel the thickness in the air around em at the sudden build up. How quickly his own chest went from light palpitations to utter chaos. The events that followed only seemed to increase the intensity within him. Dante wasn’t expecting the sudden pull and he couldn’t help but gasp out loud as he fell into Frankie’s arms. His footing adjusted in case of a harsh impact but overall he was completely out of his element and at the other’s will. Letting out a groan as their lips collided, Dante’s hand dove from their upper thigh where he’d attempted to catch his fall to surround their being. Grabbing onto the fabric adorning Frankie’s body with the need to leave no space between them. He melted into their hold. There were endless things to be weary of. Plenty to be afraid of and to worry about when Dante was involved. There was the obvious case of his life and who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The obvious family, his girl, his children. But he’s always been taught to live in today. His future could change in a moments notice but the now is really all they had. He was also taught to be true to himself. To follow his heart and make his life one he’s happy living. Yet he wondered if he was being selfish now. If his connection to Frankie was more damaging for the other than he’d like admit. Their passion wasn’t something he could lie about though, and even if they couldn’t be more than they were now, Frankie made such an impact in Dante’s life that he wasn’t sure how he’d recover. It didn’t help that he could tell just how similar Frankie’s sentiments for him were. Dante wasn’t able to get a word in response so he did his best to nod instead. Too focused on the heat rising between them to vocalize just how much Dante could tell. Just how much they mirrored each other’s. His breath was staggered and rough. Loud in his own ears but all his focus remained on Frankie’s lips trailing his jaw. He moved his hands to the nape of Frankie’s neck where his hold tightened and and pawed at their flesh. "I'm afraid - if you keep that up you might not - make it to work like you planned on." he hoarsely made out. There was no telling whether he'd be strong enough to pull himself away from Frankie, so Dante surely hoped they did it for them. That Frankie had just a bit more self control than he did because he truly didn't want them to think all they could have was physical.

As their time went on, as Frankie admired Dante, they could feel nothing but warmth spread through their chest. Anxieties had manifested deeply, there was always going to be the fear that it was an unrequited thrum deep in their marrow - but as time went on, it dissipated. Frankie was never not worried, anxious, a gnawing emotion that always thrived underneath primary ones - and yet, they felt… warm. They didn’t know what to name it, but they could breathe. Maybe it was just Dante, how at ease Frankie felt around him, the ease of their relationship even with the complications involved. Either way, they couldn’t complain. They could merely bask - they usually did, where Dante was involved, but somehow now it wasn’t some fragile thing they needed to protect. This ache wasn’t bad, it was good. Frankie didn’t know what to do with it. “You’re sunshine.” Easy as that, they felt it important for Dante to know. Without any questions or hesitation involved. Frankie merely felt it true, and they were horrible at dimming their thoughts - usually. It was different with Dante, properly scared of losing him if they said the wrong thing, but since their heart had stopped hammering in their chest, demanding them to feel the anxiety of pushing Dante too far, there was no reason to alter anything. The first step had been admitting to always wanting to kiss him - not a lie, if anything a tampered version of what Frankie really wanted to say. The next came with Dante’s response. Frankie’s whole body practically melted back into the chair they were sitting on while Dante stood, complimented them, made his way around the table. Asked them to show how badly they wanted him. It felt like they were short circuiting, but Frankie had never been more focused in their life. He practically bestowed his permission on them, demanded it really. Challenging Frankie and then some with their sudden approximation. “Okay.” Still wondering, if for a moment, as they sat up slightly. But they trusted Dante, and there was no hesitation with him. If anything, hesitation wasn’t in Dante’s vocabulary. He’d never been shy about sharing his affections, emotional and physical, and now he was standing in front of Frankie like he was waiting to confess his sins, but no regrets fell from his mouth. It was mutual. He wanted. He wanted Frankie to want. And sometimes, Frankie wanted so bad it left them empty otherwise. Dante deserved to know. “Okay.” They repeated, voice stern now - missing the shake from the first time. Instead of standing and meeting Dante halfway, Frankie pushed his chair back from the table he'd just walked around, remained seated, kicked his foot forward - in between Dante’s legs so that they could hook their foot around one of his ankles, and tugged back. Hard. Purposely tripped Dante into falling forward, where Frankie caught him and dragged him into their lap - a hand at their waist, one taking a fistful of Dante’s hair, and kissing him. There wasn’t anything casual, innocent, or nervous about it, about Frankie’s moves and actions. Dante said to show him, and Frankie could do that. Holding his head back to a proper angle, so that they could bite at his lip, make him open his mouth, wanting to know. How serious he was, and wanting to show him. He’d asked that of Frankie and nothing else - Show me how bad it is. “Okay?” They echoed for the third time as soon as they detached, only for a second, just so they could mouth at his jaw. Leave him stunned maybe, hopefully, the way Dante constantly did to them.

#convo. ⸻ 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 #𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢. ⸻ ft. francis noel #I shortened it for us <3 #also did not edit for shit

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"I'd be more surprised of something that didn't turn you on, Z." Apple combatted with a smile. It was no secret that her best friend got around and she could see how with the way he flirted so easily. Like it was second nature. They needed to have plenty of things that turned them on, no? Apple didn't really know. Yet she knew damn well that Z knew the movie she quoted. She's made them watch it endlessly when they were younger. "You can certainly try, although I'm not sure how far you'll make it." she replied with a smirk mirroring their own. Feeling herself daring and amused Apple leaned over extending the bag of chips for Zekai to help themself but quickly pulling back the moment the other got near. "I think you missed the bag there, buddy."

Zekai smirks, putting his hands behind his back to lock them together. "Am I? You know it kind of turns me on when you talk to people like that," he teases, knowing she's talking about a line from a movie. He drops his gaze down to her lips for a brief second before moving it to her snack. "Are you actually willing to share or do I need to pry it from your hands?" He smirks.

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#𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢. ⸻ ft. zekai arslan #convo. ⸻ 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔟𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫.

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After what felt like a good hour of playing with the bunnies, Aurora found herself exhausted falling to the ground and reaching for a bottle of water. "Did you know that rabbits can't throw up?" she asked excitedly before chugging down the water. Her own stomach was at the verge of popping out her body, but if she were a bunny then she'd have none of those problems. "Which is kind of crazy if you think about it, because they clean themselves sort of like cats do. But they can't gag up a fur ball, so they poop it instead!"

#marina:starter #convo. ⸻ 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔲𝔰