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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.”

open starter ⊹₊ ⋆ after mini plot drop @inaducursehqstarters muses ⊹₊ ⋆ gabriela chavez location ⊹₊ ⋆ lakeview shore plots ⊹₊ ⋆ utp

there was a fog that refused to lift, gabriela had tried everything possible to not let her anger and frustration burst. sitting on a rock near the shore, her knees pressed tightly to her chest. anything to provide comfort to her overgrowing worries. raymis was back, managed to kidnap and torture her daughter. to make matters worse raymis also got kaya to use her demonic powers, something that gabi had hoped to do. because it opens the floodgates and raymis was not the person to help with the task.

he took everything from her, hopes that her family could find happiness in all the chaos. fears only swirled, like how there was so much more at stake all because she wanted to have a true family. there was still so much she didn't know, how her husband had also been killed and sired to a hope or how kaya wasn't even in this realm anymore. tears filled their eyes as they finally allowed it all to come out, the sorrow, the anger, the grief.

the demon had never been this vulnerable in public, but there really is a first time for everything.

josie was working, picking an art piece from the cathedral that was being transferred to the museum for a new exhibit. she has walked these steps for as long as she can remember, but it wasn't like they weren't special, the siphoner just had much more on her mind. his touch sent her out of her daze, meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow, because honestly she was going to tell him off for touching her, but then he spoke and she understood. nodding her head, she took a step back to the others side and looked up at the building. taking in the way it looked as the sun hit it at just the right angle.

allowing her shoulders to relax, a smile formed on josie's lips as she looked to the other. "have you been inside?" if he was this enamored by the outside, she couldn't imagine what he would think of the rest.

open starter: @inaducursehqstarters location: outside the st. louis cathedral "Oh wow, this is just ... wow," Isaac isn't usually one for so many words, but his excitement is getting the best of him. He's been standing at the foot of the Cathedral for twenty minutes, gawking up in awe. Nothing sings to him like a pretty building, and this one in particular is an opera. Isaac has reread the plaque at least four times, soaking in every detail. The architect was French (he loves the French!) and died before seeing the completed structure. Isaac will enjoy it enough for the both of them, he decides, because what better way to honor the memory. A person steps into his view, then, appearing to head for the door. Isaac reaches out instinctively to stop them, lest they disrupt his view (which in fairness, hasn't changed in the last twenty minutes, but still). "Not yet," he tells them gently, but his grip is strong, "You're already missing the best part."

ENDLESS LIST OF FAVOURITE FEMALE CHARACTERS: Hayley Marshall

“We can do that thing where you lock me in the tower, I escape, there’s drama, and then you two both realize I’m very capable of looking after myself.”

a giggle escaped hayley's lips as her eyes scanned a few people not dancing so well, turning to her daughter she smirked. "oh no the couples are cute, even if some of them really didn't choose the right colors." if anyone was going to be telling the hybrid that she needed to loosen up, it was hope. the only one who she wouldn't give some death glare to, for even the tiniest remark of being on edge. a soft sigh escaped her lips, she'd been caught red handed. "alright alright, you aren't wrong..." she trailed off, as her eye roll was cut short from the touch of the other. hope had always been an anchor, keeping haylely afloat in world of uncertainty.

drinking the rest of her champagne, while taking in the way hope sparkled. not just because of all the glitter, there was something else. it was obvious that someone special had put hope in such a mood, knowing deep down that it wasn't just lizzie being back that would pull these feelings out. "lizzie will absolutely be pulling that card for the next few years, maybe more than that." she chuckled before finally deciding to ask the question. "do you know you look smitten? as if someone here hangs the stars in the sky for you each night." they didn't have to talk about it now, but hayley had to know if she was correct, that her daughter may have found that person she wanted to be with forever.

" YOU MEAN PAST THE BAD DANCING and mismatched ' couple themed ' wardrobe choices? " the tribid mused as she took a comfortable stand next to her mother, a drink of her own in one hand . " a lack of our presence on the dance floor. " hope finished with a tilt of her chin, a smirk present on her features as her baby blue gaze focused on her mother. " i know you're in ' super mom ' mode at present... but that doesn't mean you can't have fun. " and who better to distract her than her eldest. " in fact that's an order, from the mouth of your FAVORITE daughter. " tone was light, and an affectionate hand came to rest over her mother's arm, which she gave a light squeeze too. " i'd take advantage, this may be the FIRST and probably last time, you see me looking like a frosted cupcake that fell into a tub of glitter. " she gestured towards her marshmallow looking dress, the earrings laurie had given her, sparkling as her head moved. " well maybe not ⸺ lizzie might use the ' i was dead card ' to try and get me into another. "

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.

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 had little answers for the many problems that loomed above the people she loved. yet, she was going to do everything in her power to keep them safe. so when josh and aiden asked for the demon to check on blossom, they jumped at the task. before she could even knock on the door the other was aware of gabi's presence. placing their hands in the air, they surrendered before walking closer. "i am also here to ease my own mind thank you very much." shrugging, she placed her nervous hands in her jean pockets and gave a tight lipped smile. "it's not easy finding out this type of thing and well if you need to talk to anyone, i'm here."

@iknowthvnd muses: blossom &. gabi location: outside the rosza house

"did they ask you to check how i was?" blossom asked, eyes not moving from her sketchpad. she could sense who it was and there was a slight ease spreading through blossoms body. "because if they did, i'm fine. i told them that and i can tell you too." eyes looking briefly up at her. she should be grateful to know she was a banshee, that all her nightmares, the drawing of what now made sense, death scenes were apart of her but yet, it felt more isolating than before. "plus you don't have to do what my dads say. they really aren't scary at all, especially when there's a spider around.."

once getting their drink, gabriela's attention quickly went back to their daughter, noticing anger bubbling in her chest. narrowing her eyes, she watched as kaya spoke a name into existence that she had tried to keep locked up tightly in her past. she wasn't able to hide her reaction, almost choking on the drink before placing a finger up. needing time to gather herself before even daring to explain who raymis was. taking a bigger sip of her drink, she placed it back on the bar and sighed. this wasn't the time or place she planned on telling her daughter all about her torrid past, filled with violence and a darkness she hoped to never possess again.

"that name does mean something to me..." placing a hand on her daughters, she took a deep breath. "raymis and i knew each other when i was a working for arcadius. i gave a demon my soul because of what happened to your aunt and that's why i am what i am now. raymis and i were together for a little bit but nothing serious ever came out of it. so whatever he has told you, it's not true. you daddy is tyler lockwood." she mocked the term raymis loved to be called, rolling her eyes before tilting her head. "i'm sorry i never told you much about those days, they are just very dark for me. it's hard to not have your daughter think you aren't a monster when you are a literal demon."

"Ah, shit," Kaya said under her breath when her mom sat down next to her. "Busted," she joked, giving the bartender a slight nod when he looked in her direction. Surely just one more couldn't hurt anyone.

But how was she supposed to tell her mom about what had happened? About what that demon had said about her? Was there even any truth to his words? She hated how easily her mom could tell exactly how she was feeling with a quick glance. Despite desperately trying to keep her feelings on the inside, they always leaked out into her expressions and body language. Her shoulders tensed even more, her anger squeezing them in.

"It's fine, Mom," Kaya commented, "If I said the name Raymis... would that mean anything you?" The demon raised a brow, looking at their Mom, watching for any change in their expression.

her eyes rolled at his comment about mothers, unable to stifle her laugh too much. the kid was smart, even if he wasn't being that way currently. hayley refused to answer his questions, until the woman was out of sight. then she stood in his view while giving a stern look. "i've seen you around my daughter." she admitted closing the space between them before glancing over at the body in the dumpster. if anything he was just like klaus and that made her even more nervous. "so we are going to have a small talk right now and honestly i don't need to hear much from you, but if you harm hope i will find you. so will her dad and honestly he can be scarier than me most days."

taking a step back, she gave laurie some space. "try to be more discreet with all this death. i don't think you are the serial killer, just some kid with a an appetite."

Laurie groaned, looking up. "God, this town is full of buzz kills, isn't it?" He looked at her with a crooked expression, "Can a guy not have a little drink without everyone and their mother interrupting?" Heaven forbid she looked into the dumpster. Still holding the barely living girl, he bit his wrist and forced it into her mouth, watching as her neck knit itself back together. Then, he spun her around and looked in her eyes. "Forget everything that's happened in the past twenty minutes. Go inside, collect your friends, and go home. And don't do anything reckless for the next few days, for god's sake." The woman nodded and marched back inside. Laurie found the interruption of a woman's face again. "Better?"