Her Lips Pursed As She Thought About It, The Idea Didn't Sound So Bad, Having Another Person To Talk

closed starter ⊹₊ ⋆ @tribidscrsed muse ⊹₊ ⋆ josie saltzman location ⊹₊ ⋆ french quarter (klaus and caroline's home)

it was impossible for josie to not find out, that hope was back in the city. the two ended on not so great terms a few months ago, causing their european adventure to be cut short. both of them held too much grief and shared the inability to cope, a recipe for disaster when it came to any relationship. once finding out about the murders, she realized that delaying their meeting was not going to work out. knowing that if anyone was going to join the crusade to figure out who was behind this, it would be the trusy tribrid, someone josie loved dearly.

taking a deep breath as if to gather courage, the siphoner knocked on the door of hope's old room. a place that would never change thanks to caroline. after a rthymic few knocks, josie placed her hands behind her back, gripping her wrists tightly as some way to hold back all her feelings. if hope does open the door, what the hell was meant to be said? i love you? i'm sorry? can we just go back to before? the endless questions began to give josie a headache. regretting the idea of doing this in the first place.

"hope, please open the door. i just need to know you are okay."

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.

a genuine laugh left eleanor, causing her stance to soften before nodding her head in agreement. "completely agree! i'd much rather be in something comfortable and watching a movie than do this for fun. before i got in here and saw people wearing masks, i thought the idea was going to be fun, but it feels off." shrugging her shoulders, she tilted her head and smiled. "my name is eleanor by the way, glad to meet a fellow introvert."

it  felt  like  there  was  an  instant  ease  in  blossom's  stance  as  she  heard  the  other  speak.  a  small  relief  that  she  wasn't  the  only  one  feeling  out  of  place  or  awkward  in  this  situation.  balls  and  grand  places  were  never  her  favorite  place  to  be,  especially  without  her  sketch  pad.  the  only  grand  place  she  liked  to  go  was  the  art  gallery.  “oh  i  know  that  feeling.” blossom  commented  as  she  wondered  who  was  behind  the  mask.  it  would  make  blossom  feel  so  much  more  comfortable  if  there  was  no  masks  on.  “i  mean,  this  isn't  my  idea  of  a  fun  thing.  it  feels  as  if  i  touch  something  i  may  break  it  and  be  charged  the  bill.”

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."

open starter ⊹₊ ⋆ event 001 @inaducursehqstarters; after plot update 6/20 muse ⊹₊ ⋆ eleanor hildegard location ⊹₊ ⋆ outside vaso bar and venue ( bywater district) plots ⊹₊ ⋆ utp

she'd been standing outside the bar, palms sweaty and eyes shifting from her feet to the door, it felt like it had been hours and with how many people she saw go in, that was possible. everyone saw her as the dead girl, her death had made headlines, the whole thing managed to be very tragic and being young, well the press ate it up. so after crawling out of her grave a week ago, all people did was stare and she hated being perceived. these glares were so different than before, filled with confusion and then it'd hit her that these people knew far too much about her. all of it was an embarrassment so she was more than happy to attend a party with a mask. yet, she still couldn't find the courage to enter.

taking a deep breath, she shook her head and began to turn around and go home, only to stop in her tracks as the sounds of screams erupted, followed by people running out of the building in fear. "what the hell is happening?" she shouted, trying to get any grasp on the situation.

gabriela looked up at him with big doe-like eyes after he pulled back, her lips still pouting from the kiss. every time he came back from these trips, the two would wind up in the same position, waking up tangled in sheets, while one of them as the big spoon. she'd welcome it every time, never once complaining. when tyler closed the spaced between them a chill ran up her spine, placing her palms on the counter behind them, she lifted her body up and sat on the edge of the cool tile, the icy feeling against her warm skin made her gasp softly. gabi's legs wrapped around his waist, making sure there was no space between them, as she tilted her head with a devious grin. leaning forward, she got close to his ear and whispered. "i miss the way you feel against me." biting her lip, she then kissed his earlobe softly, before pulling back to look him in the eyes.

"you did tell me everything by the way, so since i always keep my promises." their hands gripped the bottom of an already small shirt before slowly lifting it above their head, throwing it swiftly to the side, to reveal a sheer bra underneath. "i guess you could say, i was prepared." tyler would find out soon that her underwear matched.

she told him that he didn't have to thank her , but honestly he believed that she had deserved so much more . she deserved everything , she had deserved all of him and he knew that he would do anything for her , including die . after gabriela spoke all the lockwolf could do was smile softly as he felt her thumbs rub across his cheek . " me too " he confessed after she spoke about being happy that he was home .

he was lost in her gaze , she had the ability to make him feel like he was the only man in the world . her kind words were empowering as she kissed his lips softly . tyler hands moved to hold her face . " i know i'm not supposed to thank you but thank you . " he spoke before he kissed her back softly . " for being a wonder mother . . " he hummed against her lip . " and this is for being a damn good wife . " he kissed her deeply . his lips pressed into her sweet ones finding them to be addictive . all these years his fire still burned for her . still yearning for her touch , her kiss , and her love . " god i want you . " he confessed against her lips as he moved his body closer to her leaving no space .

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guilt swelled in the demon's chest as she began walking towards mariana. gabriela hadn't made it to the rescue, instead she went on a search for any of raymis's weaknesses. there were a few decent leads but they would've rather been there to rescue their daughter. shaking her head, she took let out a deep sigh. all of this was her fault even if kaya felt differently, it was gabi who struck the relationship with someone filled with so much anger and violence, but it wasn't like she had been in the right mindset at the time. meeting raymis happened to be the spark that lit the powder keg of dark energy being released from the new demon. that energy was something she tried keep from her kids, not to keep them in ignorance but simply because she was scared of looking like a monster. because well she had done some monstrous things, killed people and sent their souls to eternal damnation. no matter how much therapy and time passed, it was something that would never leave her.

gabi had done her best to not startle mariana but of course she was jumpy, the two hadn't yet spoken about what raymis did to her. "sorry baby, i didn't mean to, i just..." stumbling over their words, the demon decided to just take a seat near the peaceful lake. closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, doing everything in her power to allow the gentle noises to provide relief. "i'm just checking on you, i'm sorry i wasn't there to get you. i was trying to figure out how to make sure that bastard can never touch any of us again."

Marina sat by the tranquil lake in the park, seeking solace and trying to calm her mind from the recent events that had left her feeling unsettled. With her back turned to the water, she focused on the gentle ripples and the peaceful surroundings, willing herself to relax.

Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder, causing her to spin around in horror, a gasp escaping her lips as she jumped out of her skin. Her eyes widened in surprise as she laid eyes on the figure before her, a mixture of fright and curiosity evident in her expression.

"I-I'm sorry, d-did you need something?" Marina stammered, her words faltering as she struggled to compose herself, her gaze meeting the person who had interrupted her moment of solitude by the lake.

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