The moment it happened, Lilith stopped dead in her tracks. For minutes, she stood still, not breathing, not blinking, Adam circling her with a concerned whine. Her mind raced, searching throughout Creation...the wind carry her words away. “May grace find you and grant you peace.” She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, treasuring for a moment the smell of salt and fresh air. “Dear sister, goodbye.

The hell of it was Lowell hadn't intended to get involved in the slaying business. At least, not yet. Sure, the idea had been planted, that if Josephina could be taught to handle a crossbow and a pistol...he'd been sleeping with her forever and a day ago. "Reg," he tried to croak even as he beat at her wrist and arm, fought to keep himself conscious as black dots swam across his vision. "D...on't...

Camille knew the time to tell Elan the truth was coming.  There had been some hesitation on her part to actually let him know the truth, about what the spell she had cast really entailed, but she had wanted...away, shooting off like a bullet to find her target and to draw him in once again. [ooc: Meant for Elan but if you have someone who can feel her working a spell and wants to investigate, go ahead!]

Alice knew better than to try and talk to Phillip until her rage had completely settled. She knew herself well enough to know she was downright hateful and mean when she was angry, and she'd fight hard...of the few that would be willing to use a prop. Props could be the bane of a dancer's existence, as they had the potential to be unpredictable, but come on: disco stick? It was too good to pass up.

The Bentino family was a nice group of people. Good, honest Italian Catholics with a reputation as pillars of the community that were grieving the tragic loss of their eldest son, Thomas. Thomas was still...to meet her gaze, gauging her reaction so far to the ritual. "Y'all right, baby?" he asked quietly, away from the ears of the family standing nearby. "I mean...it ain't too freaky yet, but how you doin'

Red really had no idea what was going on at the moment. Hearing that Rory had kissed Phillip was surprising, to say the least.  She had no idea that the two knew each other and certainly not well enough...or understanding as Ash often proved to be.  He was a rare sort. Entering Still Waters, she paused as she removed her sunglasses from her face with a sigh.  Now to find Rory and to get some answers

Despite the fact that Wolf had sentenced her to spend the night in another room, Belle was confident in the fact that she could make her plan work.  Despite the confidence, she felt a bit nervous though...looked this way and that before slipping down to the room that she knew was his.  Pausing outside the door, she took in another slow breath to steady herself before she slipped quietly into his room

(GATHERING POST. FTMFW. XD Bendytime to tonight, either pick a pre-set thread or make your own and GO CRAYZEE.) It was short notice, but most folks in town kept an eye out for Open Mic Night at Still...who didn't talk much and an ensouled vampire that didn't escape Jed's notice, but none of those came close to the biggest event of the evening. Tonight...Jed was going to sing. Of his own volition

His head was pounding, and anguish had depleted his reserves. The painful indecision of his training, the attack he'd attempted on Kelsie when the darkness had risen too high and too hard, ripping his...and a too-bright look in his shielded eyes...feverish, haunted. But he stepped aside all the same in silent welcome, and had an open beer in hand, which he offered to her as the door shut behind her

Outside the rain's fallin' down There's not a drop that hits me Scream at the sky but no sound Is leavin' my lips It's like I can't even feel After the way you touched me I'm not asleep but I'm...focus on the tiny screen before she found the name that she wanted.  Choosing to text, she sent Elan a quick message along with the address where he could find her. Find me here.  Got whiskey.  -- B