ONCE UPON A TIME 6.02, A Bitter Draught

shaking her head, the siphoner couldn't even be mad at the outburst. something was off in the city, maybe even the world and it was hard to figure out what it was. josie could feel it as if it was happening below her feet, little did she know that it actually was. "honestly, don't worry about it. i barely slept last night."

shrugging her shoulders, josie gave the other a sweet smile and nodded. "yeah sure that sounds great, but i will buy the next round. i mean you can't have only one pina colada." a soft giggle left her lips, before placing all of her belongings in a tote. "i'm josie, by the way."

mau knew she shouldn’t get snappy and angry at the other, it was a simple mistake. her eyes roaming the patch and seeing the others towel a mere few meters away. a long drawn out sigh escaped her lips. “yeah sorry..didn’t mean to snap.” she remarked, scratching the back of her neck. her anger being worse than it was when she first triggered her werewolf gene. “i’ll buy you a drink to make up for being so snappy for you, it’s the least I can do.”

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.”

josie had been looking for hope for a few hours, lizzie wasn't sure where she was and so the siphoner grew worried. in her mind now that lizzie was back, it was very possible she'd then lose hope. the search seemed impossible, until a bunch of women with blank stares left the bathroom in a rush. walking with purpose, she made her way into the room to see hope applying lipstick, that wasn't hers, while her cheeks appeared the same color. so that's what hope was doing, making out and possibly more with someone she didn't know. several emotions managed to attack the others nervous system. jealousy, excitement, and everything in between. making it evident that josie needed some type of therapy to get out of this codependent relationship.

taking a deep breath, she calmed all of her emotions doing her very best to smile. hope's words came spilling out, causing josie to walk up to her and clean the smudge of mascara under the others eyes. "well your kryptonite sure as hell wasn't a revolving door..." a soft giggle escaped her lips before looking in the stolen makeup bag. "not sure how we are going to fix the dress, if this was a man he should've known how to get where he needed to go without ripping this beautiful gown." rolling her eyes, men made her angry. the way they would just take things in their hands and not handle it with care. she'd always think of how she would treat them better, something she knew wasn't healthy. stuffing her anger down, she looked at hope with kind eyes. "listen, as long as you are having a good time that's all that matters, but don't let lizzie see those rips."

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃. ⸺ ( @iknowthvnd ) event: enchanted evening masquerade ball. setting: women's bathroom.

' SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! ' had been the word that ran through hope mikaelson's mind the second she'd come down from that blissful high enough to have remember her ' common sense ' not that it mattered much now, but as she stood in front of the mirror in the woman's bathroom, after compelling anyone inside so they'd leave ⸺ her attention settled on her appearance, from her ruined her, smudged make up and the most ' offending ' sight, at least it would be to her sister ( lizzie to be exact ) the ripped dressed, biting her bottom lip she looked through the make up bag she'd ' borrowed ' and pulled out a muted red lipstick, lifting to her lips her attention only shifted as the sound of a swishing door reached her ears. a prominent blush rose to her cheeks ( a common occurrence for the night ) as she turned and found herself with josie's doe eyed gaze. " hey jo... " her voice had gone up an octave, the sound causing her to clear her throat, there would be no way around the CONVERSATION she did not want to have. " would you believe me if i said.... i got into a fight with a revolving door and lost? " she paused once more... biting her bottom lip. " think i may have finally found tribid kryptonite. "

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GILMORE GIRLS REWATCH ↳ “Say Goodnight, Gracie” (3x20)

josie blushed softly at kayas compliment, a warmth rushing through her body as they continued to dance. they'd seen each other often, kaya had a an odd relationship with hope due to who their parents were. something that the siphoner decided to stay out of, but she also enjoyed the others company. a lot of people their age, simply watched the trio exsist and stayed on the sidelines. something she completely understood because the bond was pretty scary. yet, she longed to be out of the codependency of it all. wanting to have her own type of life where she could be completely herself. "thanks, with lizzie back it just doesn't feel like that part of me is missing anymore. it's like i can start over and experience something other than grief."

the confession felt so weird to say out loud, the music turning into a slower song. with wide eyes, josie looked for any signs that kaya wanted out and couldn't seem to notice one, so instead she placed her hands on the others waist and smiled. "would you still like to dance?"

"You too! I mean, you look beautiful too." Why was Kaya so nervous? Or maybe she was just tipsier than she thought. Now all she could think about was whether or not her hands were too clammy. "It's nice to see you, and you seem like you're doing really good." Kaya had often felt like an outsider with the twins and Hope, their close knit family bond was great, and she'd never wanted to intrude on their time together. Now that she and Hope had become good friends, however, maybe there was space now, to befriend Lizzie and Josie a bit more, as well.

open starter ⊹₊ ⋆ @inaducursehqstarters muse ⊹₊ ⋆ gabriela chavez location ⊹₊ ⋆ french quarter farmers market plots ⊹₊ ⋆ utp

every other sunday, gabriela would go to the local farmers market, to pick up new produce for the bed and breakfast that tyler and her ran. the night before had been restless, tossing and turning as the a curse began across the city. doing their best to not yawn, gabi took a sip of her iced latte while examining a new batch of tomatoes. looking for just the right one, she reached for the same bright orange berry. pulling back, they gestured toward the other to take the fruit themselves. "you can have it, looks like there is another one just like it."

the star card // upright: hope, faith, rejuvenation // reversed: faithlessness, discouragement, insecurity

'cause i was never told that i wasn't gonna get, the things i want the most, but people always say, "if it hasn't happened yet then maybe you should go" -- chappell roan california

josie had lost a lot of her faith after the merge, but now that lizzie is back from the dead and hope is talking to her again, it appears there is a rejuvenation on the rise. the siphoner is filled with a type of hope that she thought was long lost. for the first time in a long time, it appears that she is putting her wants first, as she know begins the search for masked woman she met at the masquerade ball.

however, josie is filled with insecurity, something that she desperately is trying to work on, but it does get in the way. for three years, she was faithless, loosing all want to really be a person in the world. something that was met with discouragement after dabbling in black magic in europe.

can josie find herself again?

open starter ⊹₊ ⋆ @inaducursehqstarters muse ⊹₊ ⋆ josie saltzman location ⊹₊ ⋆ outside noma *new orleans museum of art

plots ⊹₊ ⋆ utp

dark magic could be felt all around the city, causing the siphoner to feel as if an icy chill wrapped around her body. it had been a long day at work, josie constantly getting off track far too often, unable to get any work done. normally, she loved her job but it just felt off. all she wanted was to go home and sleep. maybe even wake up and have this day completely washed away from her system.

making her way out of her office, a stack of papers held tightly to her chest as she twirled out in a rush. josie wasn't looking and ended up running right into someone else, papers flying everywhere while a groan escaped her lips. "oh just great!" getting on the ground, she began the process of picking everything up that needed to be filed before leaving.

open starter ⊹₊ ⋆after updated plotdrop001 @inaducursehqstarters muse ⊹₊ ⋆ hayley marshall location ⊹₊ ⋆ jackson square

tensions were high in the city, supernaturals were being murdered and it was clearly calculated. no one was sure who could be doing it, causing everyone to become suspicious and on guard. hayley had seen this all happen before and knew that it was a recipe for disaster. so she was going to do her best to figure out what was going on. who was doing all of this? why did it all seem as if it was planned? questions racked her brain, but not one could be answered, not yet.

making her way through the square, she did her best to keep an ear out for her surroundings. trying to get any tiny detail that might put her on the right track. others conversations filled her senses and she became unaware of her surroundings.

hearing the other voice caused her shoulders to jolt upwards, wiping her tears, she sniffed before letting out a sigh. "no, not really. pretty sure the only person who has seen me cry is my husband. which has been in our house and never in public." this all felt like a new low, of course she'd dealt with much worse. being a demon who brought souls wasn't exactly an easy or decent job. yet, she would rather be doing that than know that her family was in danger. "just got a lot going on and really not sure how to handle any of it, but i'll figure it out."

looking up at the other, she noticed the cigarette and decided to give into temptation. "do you have any more of those?" the only thing the demon smoked was for medical purposes but right now the smell seemed to provide calm.

Cigarette smoke swirled upward from the ash tray on his desk as he read over the current file he'd been working on. Typical work like always, some husband wanting to catch his wife in the act of cheating or vise versa. It seemed like no one in New Orleans had the desire to be faithful. At least not the seedy fools who came slinking into his office. It always ended the same way, even the ones seeking truth were often unfaithful as well, just looking for a reason to feel better about their own actions.

Tired, and with a headache that made reading the small printed text nearly impossible, he stood up, placed the still it cigarette in his mouth, and stepped out of the office. Down the internal steps and out the front door, he walked with the cigarette hanging from his lips, checking his phone and barely looking where he was going. That was the typical routine. He always had unread notifications from girls he'd hooked up with once or twice (never three times), or clients looking for updates on cases he hadn't broken yet. For the most part, all of them went ignored.

As he strode out of the office building and toward the water to enjoy fresh, clean air along with his cigarette smoke, he caught the sound of someone crying. His bread and butter, truly. Unlike some men who loved to pray on the emotionally unstable for romantic purposes, Heath had realized early in his career that these were the people who needed his help most. They had cases, they had issues, they had problems that only a sneak like Heath could solve.

He came to a stop next to the emotionally distraught person and flicked the cigarette ash onto the ground. Taking a long drag, he exhaled and said, "You alright?" Clearly they were not alright, but hey I noticed you sobbing from across the street was not a good entry into conversation with a stranger.