oflowtide​:

“Well, I do prefer to hang out with people who will give me their pickles when we get sandwiches,”  Kitty hummed, only half joking.  “Maybe that’s why we get along so well.  You’re the salt, and I’m the sweet.  Somehow, we just manage to cooperate when put into the same bowl - or room, I guess, in this case.”  She nodded.  “It’s always the sweet and salty thing.  I usually want to put something sweet on just about any salty food.”

“i won’t give you my pickle if we get sandwiches, but i will buy you a pack of reese’s peanut butter cups just because i want to. i feel like that’s a fair trade?” wolf flashes kitty a smile then, broad shoulders coming up to their ears in a shrug. “it could be, but it also could be that i just genuinely enjoy being around you. though that could just be because of the sweet and salty thing, y’know? either way, i have to express genuine gratitude for having you in my life. it’s relieving, really.”

oflowtide​:

Kitty shook her head quickly, knowing that Circe would immediately worry.  “For the scary lawyer part of him.  He said I’d basically be his glorified assistant, but I can’t keep working in retail, and he promised he’d pay me well for doing that kind of work.  Honestly I was initially asking about his other business, but apparently he thinks I’m better suited for this.  Which is somehow both flattering and hurtful at the same time?”  She gestured a little with the cookie.  “Well it is boosting my mood - it’s so yummy,”

she relaxes visibly, though there’s still that hard line in her jaw that appears whenever she’s worrying. at this point circe is convinced that it’s a permanent feature of hers, constantly feeling the tension in her jaw that would eventually turn into a headache. she knows she brings it on herself, but she can’t really help it. “i guess if you have to work with that man that’s literally named after the devil himself, working as his assistant is the lesser of two evils. i would consider it more of a compliment than anything, kit kat.” sighing, circe pushes her fingers through her hair, eyebrows still in their raised state. “i have a whole batch of those for you if you’re interested. i bake when i’m stressed.”

oflowtide​:

location: the strip mall closed starter for @ofmcthman​ (copeland)

“I can’t help but wonder what this looks like at the peak of tourist season,” Narcissa mused as the two strolled through the area.  “I mean, they probably stick to beaches and stuff, because who goes on vacation to go to the mall?  But it feels sort of eerie.”  Narcissa and Copeland were by no means the only two people in the mall, but compared to the bustle of Philadelphia that Narcissa had gotten used to over the last month, this place felt dead.  “Cute shops though.”

copeland’s eyes are on everything as she and narcissa make their way through the strip mall. she’s developed a new shopping habit that’s usually confined to thrift and consignment shops, but she couldn’t pass up this outing. however the more she looks, the more she realizes how true that description actually is. eerie. “i can’t even imagine this place with tourists in it,” she confesses, giving her friend a quick glance. “even if there is a beach, there’s something about this place that just feels...off. y’know?”

oflowtide​:

location: whatever kind of music store there is on st cordelia closed starter for @ofmcthman​ (daphne)

When in doubt, Sabrina always found solace in the local record store.  Music had been her escape on more than once occasion, and this was no exception.  As she was flipping through the rows and rows of CDs without any real artist or album in mind, she noticed Daphne, and abandoned her search to go talk to the Abernathy girl.

“Whatchya lookin’ for?”  If anything, a friendly conversation about music could be just what Sabrina needed to pick up her mood.  “Or are you like me and just are dying to be around something familiar?”

daphne’s gotten good at making herself look like she’s engaged. the records in front of her are flipped through slowly, though her eyes don’t focus on anything in particular. instead, she’s just glad that sabrina invited her to spend time together in the first place; she’s been told on more than one occasion that she’s miserable to be around these days. then again, that’s daphne’s own fault, and she’s been kicking herself over it on the daily. 

“i have no idea,” she chuckles, flashing her friend a quick look. “i don’t even know if i’m really looking right now. i’ve flipped through this same stack at least four different times and i still don’t know what’s in here.”

oflowtide​:

Their shoulders sag as Wren praises the now charred remains of the house, yearning for an opportunity they would never get to have.  “I don’t think I’ve ever met a cat that likes to be put into a carrier,” he chuckled a little, but nodded all the same.  “Yeah, sure - my stuff is already all packed since I pretty much just moved here and never got around to unpacking.  It’s the least I could do for intruding on your moment of solitude.”

she was relieved to have a distraction now, whole body turning to face them as she flashes a quick smile. “wednesday has her own opinions about every little thing,” she informs, though her tone is light. “i bought her a harness and a leash, and she still glares at me from high surfaces like she’s a gargoyle.” as she says this, wren reaches out to hook her hand in connor’s elbow, clearly ready to lead the way. “who knows? maybe she’ll fall in love with you and then i’ll be able to finish packing.”

oflowtide​:

“It’s the most likely to be true rumor, anyway.”  They quirked an eyebrow.  “Oh - is that his title?”  Connor knew next to nothing about cryptids - sure, they knew names, vague ideas, but nothing particularly concrete.  “If I was mothman, I’d be bragging to everyone.  Cuz he has wings, right?  If I was able to fly, you would never heard the end of it from me.  Though you’d definitely benefit because then I could fly you around.”

“i think that’s his official title, yeah. i met a girl in the library the other day and she had a mothman tattoo, so i picked her brain for half an hour learning all about him, and she told me that he often brings death and tragedy wherever people spot him. therefore, harbinger of doom.” june flashes connor a teasing smile as she says this, elbow poking out to nudge him a little bit. “you don’t need more excuses to brag, do you? you’re already, like, a rockstar or whatever.”

KYLE & LIZ Roswell, New Mexico | How’s It Going to Be (4.13)

GRACE VAN PATTEN — 1996

✨ merci de créditer mercure retrograde ✨

oflowtide​:

“Trust me, I’ll be annoying you to draw me up a map by the time we get there,” While the hotel wasn’t the comfiest place they could have been set up, Jovi was grateful to even have the option while flights were sorted out to not be stuck in an airport - the most liminal place of them all.  “While this was sort of a shit way to do it… I’m grateful, in a way.  I think this is going to let my sisters and I have a completely new start in a way we were never given in Centralia.”

juniper’s features stayed carefree for the time being, a smile overtaking her lips as she listened to jovi speak. if she had it her way, she’d welcome dozens of people into her living space, but considering it was really only big enough to comfortably fit two, she knew her hospitality could only get her so far. “is that what you needed?” she asks lightly, her head cocking to the side and her eyebrows furrowing. “a new start?”

everandevermcre​:

st. cordelia would prove to be drastically different than centralia . for starters people actually live here . there are authorities and whatnot . still , the island is small . and haunted . and it was just that — an island . gemma feels that wasn’t properly advertised , but they digress . it would be a comment saved for the radio station . 

in lieu of their last conversation with petri , gemma approaches with a sly smile , ready for their planned adventuring . ‘  is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me ?  ’ gemma knows petri mighthate if someone else were to announce themself this way , but thinks they are close enough to get away with it . — i hate being someone else’s child . — the truth of the matter is the words took up space with gemma . the six words sit in the notes app on their phone and inside their journal . they might would bring it up later , but for now , they only ask — ‘  how’s island life treating you ?  ’

the words make petri foss cringe in a way that’s noticeable, but the smile that takes over their lips comes at the exact same time. gemma is the only person that can get away with making a joke like that, and as petri turns to give them a smile, they also roll their eyes dramatically. “unfortunately for you it’s just a knife,” they tease, fingers producing the little utility tool and flicking it open to show it off. “you told me last time i saw you that i wasn’t to be trusted with one of these, and i took that as a challenge. so far i’ve only stabbed myself once, so obviously i’m an expert.” shoving the knife back in their pocket, petri takes the time to drape an arm around gemma’s shoulders, the look on their face indicating that they were ready to cause some kind of chaos. “we both know i was born to be here,” they inform, arm sweeping out to gesture at the saint cordelia landscape around them. “i’m well-adjusted. but what about you? how’re you holding up?”

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