Eleanor Was Still Getting Used To Being Alive, So Even Though She Felt Beautiful In The Dress, She Was

Thanks, but I’m more of a make-everything-worse kind of gal.

open starter ⊹₊ ⋆ plotdrop#003 : spirit of fear; @inaducursehqstarters muses ⊹₊ ⋆ gabriela chavez-lockwood location ⊹₊ ⋆paradigm garden

before the blue light could be seen, gabriela felt a shiver run down her spine, causing her mouth to grow dry and her body to tense. the bonfire was dying down, everyone mingling with tired smiles on their faces, it seemed as if the event had actually gone well. until that feeling rose causing, the demon to look for any signs of what might be on the attack. before they could even figure it out, a faint but mesmerizing light caught their eye, filling them with dread.

all that came to mind now, was that her family was danger and they needed gabi to save them. looking around with wide eyes, the demon scanned the gardens for familiar faces. "where the hell are they?" the demon muttered, frantic as horrible scenarios of the people she loved played on a loop in their mind.

of course, lizzie thought that josie and hope brought her back, the three of them made a promise the night before the merge. to find a way to bring back whomever lost the merge and never stop trying. hope and josie did their best, dove into some terrifying magic in the process, but never managed to find any light at the end of the tunnel. holding her twin tightly, she took in the others smell and touch. something she yearned for since the last time the two held hands and prepared for the worst 3 years ago. shaking her head softly, the siphoner bit her lip as tears welled once again. "no, no we didn't. we tried lizzie, but no spell could bring you back and it broke the two of us."

that was summing it up nicely, she thought as she pulled away and looked into her sisters eyes. "lizzie i am so sorry, i failed you and i'll never forgive myself for it." this should've been a happier reunion, but the last 3 years had been hell for josie. she stopped enjoying things, only talking to people when it was required to then go home, alone. she was a shell of a person and even though their parents tried hard to get her back on track, josie would always find a way to fall off again. "i've honestly been a spinster since that night." she admitted.

hearing her sisters voice, her eyes shot open and the grin spread across her lips. “i mean, you do have a point, it is why you were always the smart one.” she grinned as she watched Josie. a sense of calmness washed over Lizzie. it felt amazing to hold Josie again. pulling back ever so slightly, fingers brushed away her sister tears. “well there is only one lizzie saltzman, so of course it’s really me.” she spoke, eyes examining Josie.

“why are you so shocked I’m here?” a knot forming in her stomach, the realisation that maybe josie and hope didn’t have any part in this. “surely you knew I would be back..”

she hummed softly as his fingers raked gently through her hair, his touch made her feel so needy. tyler was always someone she always yearned for. the moment they met, it seemed as if they were drawn together by fate. gabi viewed the man before her as a saving grace. their first interaction changed the very course of her life. their eyes darted from each others lips and back, as if they were waiting to see who would cave first.

once their lips touched, gabriela pulled his waist closer to hers. it was passionate and deep, causing her lips to linger for a few moments. she missed this. his skin against hers, the way he held on so firmly and yet it still felt so gentle. as their lips parted, gabi's eyes remained closed, a plan formulating in her head of what might happen for the rest of the night. a smirk rose on her lips before eyelids fluttered back open. "i have an idea, how about you tell me more and i show you more." a devlish grin replaced the smirk, as her forehead rested on his. "there aren't any kids here tonight and as much as i want to skip the conversation and go straight to our bedroom, the way your voice sounded on the phone is still playing in my mind." placing a hand gently on his cheek, she pulled back a bit, taking in his facial features. "so you tell me what's bothering you and then maybe i can help ease that worried brain of yours."

giving her husband a wink, she then began the process of making them drinks. keeping close to his body, unable to stay away too much since he had been gone for a few days already. maddison was spending some time with a friend, needing space after a failed test and gabi wanted to ask more questions, but knew that first emotions had to settle.

"is that so . " he breathed lightly when his wife confessed to being codependent when it came to him . " well i promise not to hold it against you . " he teased his love sparingly , but the truth was tyler couldn't breath until he saw gabriela again . when he was gone he felt himself going through the motions . he took his duties as a pack leader seriously but regardless of his duties there was one duty that trumped it all for him ;; and that was her . gabriela was not just his wife but she was his world .

while her arms draped around his waist his hand moved gently through her hair , as he looked down to meet her gaze . he watched her eyes dance around as she tried to take in his features . a smile surfaced as he admired hers . she was sweet and her touch was heavenly to the wolf . tyler had loved before but this was different . he had desired all of her , the good , the bad and everything in between . for tyler this was beyond love , perhaps an escape definition that didn't exist until them . gabriela had spoken about debriefing over drinks and that was definitely on his itinerary but not before pulling her in for a kiss . his lips pressed against hers softly , but deeply . his hand moved to couple her face as his lips caressed hers . he kissed her passionately , breathing her in gently as if she was the oxygen keeping him alive . tyler leaned his head against hers after their lips parted . " i just needed to do that first . " he confessed . " maybe we're both codependent . " he teased as his brown hues found hers .

josie wasn't normally one to be out in society, often finding herself at home with a good book, or some new gripping television show, but it was a hot day and being near water felt like the perfect getaway. setting out her towel, she placed all her belongings neatly around, before going to grab a drink with a book in hand. by the time she came back, a piña colada in one hand, her sigh covered by the book. unaware of her surroundings, the siphoner sat on someone else's blanket, only to be sucked deeper in the story she read.

it wasn't until an annoyed voice rang in her ears, that she realized she wasn't with her things. looking around with wide eyes, she quickly got up, her cheeks flushing as she apologized. "oh, i'm so sorry, i uhh wasn't paying attention. i got sucked into this book and must've sat on your towel. i'm not wet so it shouldn't be soaked or anything."

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the water felt so refreshing, the cool sensation hitting against the new hybrids skin. she felt at peace, the first time in the last month where she had truly felt at peace. everything became an overwhelming feeling and something she had never wanted. she was happy as just a wolf, she could control that just about and now, now she felt as if she had taken five steps backwards. but the swim, it was helping her, everyone of her senses just focusing on the water. the sounds, the feeling, it felt good. finally getting out of the water, an hour after she started her swim, there was a small roll of her eyes for a brief moment. “do you mind, you’re sitting on my towel.” she almost snapped at the person. the sense of calming she had fading almost instantly. god, maybe she should just live in the water and as far away from society as she could.

blossom wasn't wrong, there really weren't many safe places in new orleans. not with the murders taking place. there were however a few places where josie felt at ease, her home and the boarding school. both had protective spells surrounding the building, making it hard for anything with bad intentions to enter. "very true, but when i got my apartment i made sure to say every boundary spell i knew. so my place should be a little safer than most."

the two met in school long ago, not that josie would ever actually talk to anyone other than hope and lizzie. but she'd do her best to say hello, since she had always respected how loving josh and aiden were. "i won't keep you long, promise just wanna pick your brain on a few things."

she knew it wasn’t the best to push people away, but then again, she couldn’t really explain what was going on and why this alleyway was screaming that a death was going to happen. but then again, anything could happen to anyone with the body count going up by the day.

“yeah, I think you’re right.” the small wrinkle of her nose for a moment. “although you could debate as to where is really safe at the moment.”

of course she rolled her eyes at him, because no matter how many years the two had been together, elijah still expected her to run when danger was close. that wasn't the hybrids nature, well not anymore, hayley refused to run after giving birth to hope. knowing that to make her past right, she would have to push on through and set a good example. as the years passed, it became part of her personality, being the one who stood her ground in the face of adversity. she would do it proudly, even now.

something was inside of her husband, using him like a puppet to cause destruction, but why? as elijah spoke, it sent a shiver down her spine because it wasn't his voice. it wasn't the tone of anyone she'd heard before. furrowing her brows was her only response before being thrown into a brick building, her back slamming into the hard wall. taking a deep breath was all that could be done, because soon whatever this thing was, stood above her. "oh i'm sure you'll make me suffer, isn't that your types whole deal? make others suffer instead of looking inward?" her tone was filled with sass, unable to hold it back from how much anger that sparked in her chest. allowing her face to soften, she looked into his eyes, speaking to him and not whoever was inside of him. "you are stronger than this, elijah. i know you are."

Elijah wanted nothing more than to rip his own heart out, desiccate himself. Anything to prevent what was happening. But when she spoke, his heart rate ramped up so much higher. His fear spiked. He knew she was in danger, but he didn’t know what this was. He didn’t know how to control it. He only knew he had fleeting moments. Letting go of the innocent, the mere struggle it took to meet her eyes nearly gave everything over to whatever was lingering in his body. “Hayley…” his voice is dangerous, because it’s a plea. Begging her to take off running without saying the words.

But instantaneously his shoulders relax and eyes are burning with a brightness that is nowhere near the steady soft brown of Elijah’s. The free hand snaps to her while the other settles for her throat. “Kò sa a se pou mwen kounye a. And you…. You can’t save him.” The hand at her throat lifts her so easily, a hand that had just only the night before touched her with such assured gentile. “How does it feel… to know this body, these memories will all be erased? I like this body. It’s strong.” The voice doesn’t match the face, the hiss, the accent heavy in creole twang. “And if you try to remove me… I’ll destroy it.” With that Hayley is launched clear across the street into the building made of brick, but the being inhabiting Elijah is right back on top of her. “Shall I spare you the pain of watching? Or make you suffer? Decisions, decisions….”

gabriela was out for her morning run, attempting to clear all the thoughts racing in her mind. the dead were being brought back to life, the whole disruption causing the demon to feel uneasy. taking a breather, they placed their hands on their knees and took the headphones out of their ears, only able to hear the end of what was being said from behind. looking at the source of the sound, their eyes widened before getting out to the way. "oh so sorry blossom!"

walking over to the girl, gabi gave a small smile before sitting down on the grass near the other. "how have you been?"

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she could sense a change, a shift in the air. the recent nights sleep having led to nightmares. The whole of her being on edge and when she felt like that, she turned to drawing. legs outstretched infront of her and fingers trailing along the recent lines she had drawn. the bright sun soon blocked for a moment and blossom turned from looking at her page towards the person who blocked her. “sorry…do you mind just moving an inch to the left. I need the sunlight for a brief moment.”

No, I'm not afraid to disappear

The billboard said, "The end is near"

I turned around, there was nothing there

Yeah, I guess the end is here

with all gabi's being, she hoped that kaya wouldn't call her an overbearing mother, but being a demon meant the dangers of the world were much bigger. those monsters you tell your children not to worry about, for the lockwood family they were very real. yet, tyler and gabriela did their best to raise their kids not afraid of those monsters, instead to look it in the eye and bear their teeth. with the news of the recent murders, it was hard not to double check on the people the demon held close.

kaya sat in her favorite spot, legs folded with no care for anything other than the notepad on her lap. there was something wrong though, her tense shoulders matched her frustrated face. unaware that they were staring so intensely, they shook their head and walked closer to their daughter. "sorry babygirl, i got caught up watching you in your element." when getting closer, gabi climbed up the stone and took a seat. glancing at the crumbled papers with red and black sketches strewn about, she furrowed her brows. "what's going on sweetheart?"

@inaducursehqstarters location: Fulton Street Square open to all

There was nothing Kaya enjoyed more than people watching at Fulton Street Square. She sat atop a stone ledge with one leg folded under her and the other dangling off, her sketchbook carefully balanced on her lap. With a tray of art supplies on the ledge next to her, she began to carefully work on a few thumbnails, trying to decide on the perfect composition for her next painting.

Again and again she drew the same, bloody bodies and ritualistic symbols. The news of recent supernatural death had plagued her mind, no matter how hard she tried to stop thinking about it. She tore the page out of her sketchbook, crumpled it, and tossed it onto the stone next to her, grumbling at herself.

She took a sip of the hot coffee to her right and settled back in again, sketching and sketching but still finding nothing other than blood. Just as she was finishing up the last thumbnail, the first one that looked even borderline promising, she felt a pair of eyes watching her from across the street. The brunette looked up from her book, "What's so interesting that you feel the need to stare?" she asked with a raised brow.