ANDY LATIMER
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— it's more like the devil tried to screw me, actually.
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Post by ANDY LATIMER on Mar 15, 2022 17:43:18 GMT
 ━ i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. ━
It was maybe the crowd, or the sickly red wine, but after a while Andy started to feel like she was being watched. Craning her neck over the writhing bodies more than once to try and find the culprit. Eventually, it became too much to bear and Andy decided to go with her gut. She downed the last of her glass, slipped from the barstool and threaded her way through the middle of the club. She'd go back to Hector's fancy, stainless steal penthouse. Use up all his expensive sandalwood body wash and sleep on Egyptian cotton sheets, it beat that awful, creeping tingle that raised the fine hairs at the back of her neck. "Scuse me," She repeated, pushing at shoulders and hips and waists in an effort to extract herself from the dancefloor. Just as the door was within her sight, something seized the back of her shirt and she stuttered to a stop just as the crowd broke and the door was within sight, a few steps up from the sunken dancefloor.
"Hey, git off-" Andy snatched at her shirt, and turned in a whip of braids and indignation. "Creep, this shirt was pricey." She felt the fabric tear at the seams slightly as she yanked herself free, straining upwards on her toes to catch a glimpse of her captor. They towered over her, so unsettling standing with his back to a sea of moving bodies. It made Andy feel a little bit seasick as she swallowed thickly. It was the scars she noticed first, stark and stretched by the flickering strobe lights. At first, Andy didn't recognise them. Just a stern, jacked up face decked out all in black. She figured it was security, maybe Hector was winding her up. Then, it clicked slow like molasses, her shirt still clutched in one palm so that she felt it pulling at her collar as her fingers clenched reflexively. "Nemo," She greeted him breathlessly, painting a beatific grin on her face. "Now that's a face I never thought I'd see again." She took a measured step backwards. Fuck.
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NEMO AGNELLI
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Julia
Last seen Dec 1, 2024 19:52:13 GMT
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Post by NEMO AGNELLI on Mar 23, 2022 15:16:03 GMT
 ━ the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care ━
It was unexpected. Chase was expected (Roxxi wasn’t technically a ghost but her, too), he hadn’t seen Mikey yet, but it wouldn’t have been as jarring as seeing Giorgia. Her reaction to him was less than ideal, but Nemo supposed he should’ve expected that. Even though he didn’t have a choice, he was the one who refused to see her again. Giorgia wanted to keep sneaking around, but Nemo couldn’t fathom standing up to Emiliano again. He didn’t want to make any more problems━give Emiliano any more reasons to throw him out.
But… it was different now. Maybe.
Nemo himself was a ghost, or at least he tried to be, bound to the shadows of this town until he could get to Chase again. He had to take him this time, finish it. The wounds from the dog had healed by now, leaving a couple fresh scars on his neck that didn’t mean much compared to how littered his face was. If anything, they blended in.
As he hoped to do in the club. Mystic Falls’ only club, if he wasn’t mistaken, where he’d tried to find Chase on the night of the Halloween Party. It wasn’t exactly easy━what with the costumes and the shitty lighting━but Nemo hadn’t thought that far ahead. He just wanted to do something, be useful.
Tonight was about drinking, though, not hunting for a dead man. Nemo sipped the whiskey in his hand, neck curling and stretching through the burn, finding only discomfort. Alcohol was supposed to make things better, wasn’t it? Emiliano always had a glass in his hand, his wife━Giorgia’s mom━constantly sipping some expensive wine over dinner. Nemo hadn’t ever liked the taste, and he wondered if that was because he’d never been invited to things; parties, hangouts with friends he didn’t have━even Georgie didn’t care enough to pretend Nemo was one of them. There was one time Marco had gotten him drunk, though, sitting around with a bunch of Marco’s friends sometime after Georgie’s death. Nemo should’ve known better━should’ve known they kept handing him full cups just for entertainment.
He didn’t know whether he was shaking away the memory or the burn, but Nemo jostled his head back and forth until it went away. Perhaps it’d be gone forever like some of the others. That wasn’t a recollection he cared to keep, though, so it didn’t matter to him.
As soon as his head settled in place, Nemo saw her. He was on the fringes of the dance floor, dark eyes honed in on the figure he would’ve recognized anywhere. Long braids, just as pretty as they were five years prior, flawless skin and an attitude that drew him to her in the first place. She’d known his magic tutor; she’d visited because of him and ended up with Nemo at the end of the day. At some bar in New Orleans, drinking like fish until Nemo spilled all that shit about his mom, the talisman she left him, thinking Andy gave a shit about the sob story behind it. Andy had lost her husband━if that wasn’t a lie━and somehow, Nemo related it to letting Giorgia slip through his fingers. He thought they had a connection.
The newer memories had been harder to carve out of his skull. Nemo remembered Andy quite clearly: the way her unblemished skin looked so dark under his pale fingers, how it dipped so softly every time his digits sank into her hips. His hair had been longer then, and he remembered how soothing it was to have her touch it.
Until she’d blown powder in his face and knocked him out cold, taking everything he had━including his mother’s ring. He hated Andy almost as much as he hated the Buckleys.
Nemo’s gut tingled when he saw her move, seemingly heading for the exit and━no, no, this was his chance and he was losing it. He had to get her before━before she was gone again and he didn’t have the━
His feet moved on instinct, sliding through the bodies as though he’d become liquid, appearing behind her almost at the last second. Nemo reached out, his long arms somehow doing very little in the way of what they were meant to, fingertips brushing the fabric of her shirt before he latched on. He had her. Even as she twisted and turned, Nemo kept up a good grip, refusing to let go until she saw who’d nabbed her. Finally.
‘Now that's a face I never thought I'd see again.’
She looked just as beautiful, as innocent, as the day he’d let her slip into his bed. It clawed at him now, sent him reeling, made him unbelievably uncomfortable to witness. She wasn’t all on the surface, there were a number of things hidden and kept secret, and perhaps that’s what bothered Nemo the most.
“Yeah, I bet.” He puffed, momentarily forgetting about the scars. Was it the same face? His black eyes blew a little too wide, almost innocently, trained down at her. “What’re you doin’ up here, huh? And where’s my mom’s ring, Andy?” He stepped closer, jaw clenching, teeth grinding ever so slightly against one another. “Gimme my talisman, thief.” It didn’t matter that she’d taken everything else━or even that it’d been five years━that ring was irreplaceable. It was the only thing he had of his mother’s, and she’d stolen it.
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