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Margot : •••It was true, she had a problem. Well, a few, actually. Recovering alcoholic (kind of. One needed to be an alcoholic in the first place to recover. She had some interesting…coping mechanisms.) A bit of a collector. Not exactly hoarding, but most definitely a spending problem. She was presently cursing the low swing of American stocks the previous afternoon. She was kind of a hot mess in the only place that she had privacy. Okay, she was a hot mess out in the streets too. Paired with being eternally forgetful (it was hard to have the future so predominant in her thoughts, the past kind of…got…lost.) and having the best intentions as a plant mom, her life was a series of one started project after another-- she needed distractions to keep her busy while she patiently waited for Aiden to be in all the right places-- mentally, physically, rationally, emotionally. Reaching up to itch at the spot where a hair-tie clung to her roots, Margot surveyed him with a sheepish grin as he -c

Margot : began pointing out piles of unworn ‘For Love and Lemons’, ‘Agent Provacateur’, and ‘Cosabella’ goodies. Was it unethical to simply discard underpinnings and skivvies after wearing them? Probably. Did she do it anyway? Yep. She made a mental note to start donating to some charities (the incessant jingling of a bell outside her window reminded her, daily. Tis the season! GIVE US YOUR MONEY.) and wearing underthings more than once. “Listen, keeping a cat alive isn’t hard at all. I know you like the challenge.” she countered with a tug on the band fastening her bun. “I don’t want to be caught in granny panties when the paramedics come for me.” she joked, though there was a darkness to that humor that made it a little too close to reality. As his hand skimmed the side of her hip and retrieved her phone, she watched his expression with piqued interest. His nose was almost touching hers, and she could feel the radiant chill of his lips, close to hers. At this point, it was almost a -c

Margot : game. The resulting grin pulled her lips away a bit and she tipped her head so that her nose brushed the end of his. “Ah! You found it!” she announced with feigned surprise. Once retrieving it, she trapped it between her hands and tugged the phone from his grasp. “Oh.” she replied flatly. “I could have sworn I put them…” she trailed off, not actually recalling where she thought she had left them. For a moment, she was distracted, texting Jolene followed by, and then a third text, Internally, she laughed. -Thirsty- because, get it? No, Jolene didn’t get it. She didn’t know what Aiden was. Well, not yet. She would, and so would Nohr. Probably soon, she guessed after the New Year, based on visions. When she stopped texting, she realized that she’d leaned into Aiden comfortably as she did, forehead tipped forward onto his shoulder as she texted Jolene between their chests.-c

Margot : Her stomach growled. Without any apparent remorse, Margot pulled away and shoved her phone into her back pocket, grasping his hand. “It’s snowing out.” she said with a passive, informative tenor. “Let’s walk?” she asked, tugging him enthusiastically out of the bedroom. “Leave those here,” she suggested, tipping her head at the pair of lacy, strappy, horrifically french panties. “I’m already wearing something else.” (What a bitch!) Always calm, collected, and confident, the seer led into the living room, which looked…basically the same as he’d left it. Collecting her coat, which -did- have her keys in the pocket, she glanced around the room. “I think I packed my purse.” she said absently. She slipped her hands into the pockets of a camel Dior coat, patting around. Snatching her wallet out and holding it up, she grinned. “I’ve got ID! Good enough!” she chimed, as the merry bells of Frank Sinatra’s ‘Jingle Bells’ started up. “ALEXA!” she chirped, “I’m listening.” Alexa replied, in -c

Margot : her characteristic, patronizing resting bitch voice. “Stop playing music.” Margot commanded, and Alexa acquiesced. “Ready?” she asked with glittering green hues, turning to Aiden to survey his expression. Almost always humored, sort of perplexed by every turn of conversation with her, and notably patient. There was more than one way to say ‘I love you.’ Like cleaning up your human’s puke, or deconstructing her bed. Or remembering where she put her keys. Or looking at her in a way that made her feel like she was being shot right in the chest. Ugh.•••

Nohr : There was nothing quotidian about them or so Aralie’s latest announcement stated about Skelton and herself. Then again – what the fuck was considered habitual and boring about this town anyway?? Still it was amusing to the modern alchemist to see his companion fly off the handle. But, if personally questioned about what occurred earlier … he wouldn’t have been able to give you a straight answer. Again those hairs immediately stood up on the nape of his neck. Shit. It’d been a chilling experience. One that neither of them could explain. So, when Jolene proceeded to tug and drag the toxicologist like a vegan running around with their tote bag in a wholefoods aisle; he allowed it [finding her frenzied search for normalcy to be endearing.] “Yes, a normal … [c]

Nohr : BORING evening. You don’t even need to try very hard to achieve that, wench.” Ohoho, he was just asking for a verbal slapping from her, wasn’t he? But that little jab at her had been his own way of steering the ship’s course so the antiquarian could alleviate those previous visions that had plagued not only her … .. but him as well. Soon enough, that blasé comportment the other often carried began to shine through like a sparkling star upon the top of a Yuletide tree. Kill him. Did she really want him to sing with her? He’d not grown up a normal childhood. Whereas most families around this time of year celebrated togetherness … he’d been strewn upon the floor of his grandfather’s study reading over various medical [c]

Nohr : up with a normal childhood*]

Nohr : books whilst he recited certain terms aloud beside a crackling fireside. Those memories of his weren’t a thorn in his side. Rather, they carried their own weight of sentimental value. So, deciding to cave in and shadow in after Aralie; Skelton hummed quietly – his deep vocals only rousing now and then to show his discontentment over being forced to sing. He didn’t … know all of the holiday songs. Fuck, he didn’t even know what the hell figgy pudding was. All he knew about it was that people raved about it over the holidays [a time year where he often became a recluse; avoiding ALL people and situations.] Yet here he was. Arm-in-arm with the spirit of the season herself – her cheer wreathing around him like a garland of sprigs and berries [c]

Margot : LIKE A VEGAN RUNNING WITH TOTEBAG IN WHOLEFOODS.]

Margot : -dead- ]

Aralie : I guess Aralie is a vegan now, too ;D ]

Margot : lmfao]

Nohr : […could he hang himself with that garland?] His untoward attitude was definitely caught on by the surrounding carolers and a few of them even humbugged him for being such a Grinch about singing along with the beauty at his side. ‘Course for some odd reason – his tune instantly turned hostile when he saw some men checking Jolene out. Thankfully, Jolene was able to see this and veered the cranky asshole onto a different path as he had promised her confections and hot drinks after all. “ – right …” he’d grumble, letting out an exasperated wisp of crystalized puffs. “Let’s go get something to eat then. I feel like I’d end up in the emergency room with a broken hand.” This latest revelation did cause a stir amid the men who’d been [c]

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Asтʀɑ : thanks hun)

Mєяlγη : ollo ))

Asтʀɑ : jello)

Margot : Welcome home!]

Asтʀɑ : thank you )

Nohr : previously staring at Aralie … and as Skelton passed them – he LEERED at them, eye twitching. Silently mouthing the words ‘fuck off, wankers.’ What had him ultimately put into a FURTHER sullen mood was when the wench mentioned that they could go singing Christmas karaoke. “No!” Was his immediate response, instantly going rigid at the idea. He was doomed alright. But, he couldn’t deny the outcome of it either … because he said he’d do it. So, whatever. Might as well. Wasn’t as bad as taking the nightshift in the E.R. Now those were some … interesting stories but due to HIPPA his lips were sealed. Siiiigh. Letting himself succumb presently to the steering of his body by Aralie’s capricious whim; Skelton grabbed her hand again and linked their digits together. “I need shots then. ‘Cuz sobriety is not happenin’ during this shit.” Off they went into the decorated area, that spiked eggnog being Nohr's last hope to wash away this doom filled night. [e]

Nohr : HIPAA* lol]

Margot : Cheers, Nohr]

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Āıden Aberdene  What Aiden felt was a sin, was that there was a good likelihood that he might never see them on her, and that was the kind of thing that damned most mortal men to hell. Of course if you considered that Aiden spoiled Margot, and Margot spoiled Aiden. There was a good chance that what she was wearing (or not) was likely something to his liking.

Versatility : locations of those IC? I have time for just a few posts ^^ )

Margot : Aiden and Margot are at her apartment, just about to depart and head toward the bar that Aralie, Nohr and Merly are headed into.]

Margot : Which I believe hasn't been named IC]

Margot : but...-checks website-]

Margot : Cerulean Sins~]

Versatility : okee dokee )

Versatility : -works on a post- )

Āıden Aberdene  : What Aiden felt was a sin, was that there was a good likelihood that he might never see them on her, and that was the kind of thing that damned most mortal men to hell. Of course if you considered that Aiden spoiled Margot, and Margot spoiled Aiden. There was a good chance that what she was wearing (or not) was likely something to his liking. Of course the sin was soon forgotten, as Aiden found himself becoming a replacement for the wall as that lithe frame found its way into his own, and an arm that had been about her waist to fetch her phone simply placed itself upon the small of her back. " Oh really, I find hear granny panties are quite absorbent " he smirked some in retort to her comment " But then I've never been one to test that theory out. " he shrugged his shoulders " Thank god you weren't alive during medieval times " He snorted some as she made her retreat toward the living room he followed his hand deftly ensnared by her own, but even more deftly curling so that +

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Āıden Aberdene  : his fingers could coil with her own. " you should have seen the kinds of things women wore underneath their dresses. " His hand removed itself from her own and his arms wrapped swiftly around her hips and pulled her close as he continued " Corsets that hugged your hips like this " He pulled her form to his own. " And frilly, gaudy, often times full body knickers. " He chuckled some and pressed his lips tenderly to the side of her jaw. " What did Snow White, and Grumpy say? " he asked finally opening his eyes and attempting to make a snatch for her phone to see the response. Aiden, who had been all about business and being emotionally distant for the entirety of his life. Found that having friends was kind of nice. Nohr was a good natured fellow, and he was always amused watching now the pair acted together. Of course they'd not seen either face since they'd gone on their detoxacation in the woods. flurries beyond the window, did little to urge the undead to want to wander +

Nohr : welcome]

Versatility : Tap, tap, tap: the rhythmic, sharp strike of Pouf's cane against the sidewalk announced her approach. Her steps were otherwise hauntingly quiet. If not for her cane, one could imagine she could sneak up even on those with acute hearing. Her wild white hair danced in the cold winds, and her exhaled breaths were pale, billowy clouds on the air. She wore a long black coat over her usual blouse and skirts plus warm gloves and boots, but nothing to cover her head or face except her odd >

Versatility : owl-like mask. Her eyes glowed the bothersome blue that was forced by the town's spell. Those eyes were set upon the Cerulean Sins - one of the only places clearly open to the public at this late, chilly hour. During her steady approach along the sidewalk, she set eyes upon Fabienne and Merlyn. Pause came in her stride, her head tilted, and her stare fixed on Merlyn rather intently. Adjusting her grip on the silvery head of her cane, she resumed her steps, moving closer. "You have a >

Versatility : glow about you." She murmured to Merlyn, sounding intrigued.

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Nohr : NOOO]

Nohr : omfg, she left me]

Versatility : now we're going to kill you? )

Margot : >.>]\

Margot : -whips out vampire boyfriend-]

Versatility : ^_^ )

Margot : loool]

Nohr : wat]

Margot : ...I'm defending you.]

Versatility : xD _

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Nohr : Oh]

Āıden Aberdene  : the city streets. Actually, the motivation came from the fact that he realized, if it was cold, Margot would nestle into him, and if she nestled into him, he'd feel her warmth, and he'd suffer the frigid fucking snow for that! (Mind you, she would do it for his benefit and not her own. Ever met an undead that liked the cold?) " Fine, but you're going to buy me a damn coffee along the w..." he sighed " Of course you packed your purse " he snorted some and shrugged his shoulders at that " don't worry I've got my wallet " He said reaching into the other pocket of her purse to pull the thin magnetic leather wallet out. With another quick kiss to her cheek, Aiden gathered both of his coat, and a scarf that was kind of out of place on him, and yet he wore it all the time simply because Margot had surprised him with it. " Coffee does sound good right now " He said as he wrapped an arm around Margot's shoulder and lead her out into the evening. ~ Along the way, He did get his coffee +