( how people do; )

“Well maybe you shouldn’t
have worked out this much?”

     “Air is for the weak.”

(Source: sassyxlette)

( overestimating me; )

     ’ if you keep talking like that you will. ‘

     “I’m a history buff; I don’t…math.“

(Source: sassyxlette)

( witchy stranger; )

( staring makes her so
uncomfortable. she’s
trying to ignore it. she’s
fidgeting now. tapping
her feet. it’s too late, she
can’t hold it in anymore — ! )

    ❝ can i…help you ? ❞

          Here comes her social awkwardness.
          She actually wanted to talk to this one;
          strangers don’t usually just stop by.
          Was she looking for Aunt Bonnie?

    “Just wondering who you’re
      looking for.“

(Source: sassyxlette)

( intimidation tactics; )

     “Well, then could you tell me when he might be back?” He had pulled out his big, fake, scary werewolf face.

     “Can’t do that if I don’t know who you are.“ She was so unimpressed it was sad.

(Source: sassyxlette)

( unknown; )

(☾☆) — ❝That certainly appears to be the case.❞ She was almost in disbelief over how idiotic she had been. ❝I’m sorry, where am I exactly?❞

     She gave the address easily enough. Not like it could do much harm; she was already here. “Where were you planning on going?“

(Source: sassyxlette)

( fairy child; )

       “you’re father must’ve grown up to be your father. ew. “

     “Yeah, it’d be pretty weird if I had a ten-year-old for a dad.“

( unknown; )

     _{”So, which one’s bigger?”}

     “iPads are bigger. They’re like the size of a notepad about.“

( wiccan enthusiast; )

     ”Oh, it’s fine. I actually have about a dozen books on it already.” She laughed lightly. “It’s a beautiful religion, really. I’m Vermilion.” She held her hand out to the girl.

     “Colette,“ she responded, reaching out to shake the older woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Vermilion. Fitting name.”

(Source: sassyxlette)

( unknown; )

_{Recipe of the Day: Ginger Ale}

               _{{{sassyxlette}} {{doubletxp}}}

       _{“Shit,” Harper felt the curse come from his mouth. He couldn’t eat. He absolutely couldn’t eat. The events from earlier in the day had left him shaken. Forget about getting into a kitchen, Harper felt like he was ready to break any second. The nose of the club he had slipped in did nothing to stop his racing thoughts. He didn’t dare be alone. But he didn’t want to be with any of his friends or family either. They would know something was up. Harper ran a hand through his hair. “Shit!”}

     He didn’t look happy. Of course, she was a master at stating the obvious. The reason behind his upset was something more of a mystery. Colette watched the stranger, leaning on her forearms. Pretty common cussword. Either he did something bad or someone did something bad to him. The whispers of Latin being spoken around her faded as curiosity built. Prank or family issue? Did he break something? No way to find out except to ask. Colette slipped out of the circle – wasn’t hard to do, most of them had their heads nose-deep into an English-to-Latin dictionary – in order to slide in next to the blonde stranger.

     “What’s this about fecal matter?“   

( unknown; )

   _{”We should check up on them.”}

     “But they didn’t call for help – ”

     “ – which could just mean they’re dead. Alright, we should check up on them.”