SADIE VALENCIA
Human
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Dec 30, 2023 19:44:00 GMT
Thank God!
Seeing the door swinging closed behind someone going into the Reids’ building, Sadie hustled down the sidewalk – alright, she could’ve done without a second run for the night, but she wasn’t about to pound on every buzzer hoping someone wouldn’t be too pissed off with the wake up to let her into the building. Maybe she’d considered it as she’d hurried over here, but far more sober than she’d been when she’d tried to baby talk a rabid coyote out of an alleyway, she wasn’t gonna be that sort of a crazy bitch now.
The woman who’d gone through the door was already waiting outside the elevator. Sadie offered her a half smile and stood a polite distance back. She dragged her hair back from her face, knuckling under her eyes to brush the smears of mascara away. Maybe she gave off the air of someone who was crawling home from a night of partying, but it didn’t take much for someone to start giving off crack pot energy.
Was she crazy? Maybe. It wasn’t like she hadn’t sunk enough drinks to be seeing pink elephants. Simon had been ordering non-stop all night, and yeah, she’d indulged as much as she always had, but she hadn’t been drunk enough to imagine what had happened to that thing when PLG had pulled off his trick and had saved her life. Sadie slipped into the elevator, making sure she stood in front of the woman to soften any danger vibe that was escaping through her mental lockdown (it wouldn’t have been the first time it’d slipped around someone). She punched the number for the Reids’ floor, then glanced down at her hands. He’d barely moved his when he’d done it, he’d held it up and muttered some word and then the thing’s head had just …
Fuck.
She jumped as the elevator jerked to a stop and the woman slid out past her. Sadie took a step back, sucking in a breath as she pounded the button again. Going home probably would’ve been a better idea, bleeding off the last of the nerves behind locked doors. She could’ve crawled into bed, pulled the covers over her head and tried to figure out if she was losing her mind in the morning. In the cold, sober light of dawn the whole thing would probably look different and she’d be laughing over the idea that she’d even thought it was some kind of real life super hero bullshit (not that Tobi looked like he could’ve pulled off the whole leather suit thing convincingly). It was like she needed someone to tell her the truth tonight though, to ease the skittering thoughts in her brain enough that she could get to sleep in the first place. With her mom probably already getting her eight hours in before an early shift, Aud working tonight, and well, a pretty empty list of numbers in her phone otherwise, Darcey was getting pulled into service.
Avoiding half crapping her pants when the elevator jerked to a stop this time, Sadie moved down the hallway towards his apartment. Maybe they were all sleeping by now too – most decent hard working people weren’t crawling out of clubs at midnight. The family had suffered enough, she wasn’t gonna put them all through her banging on the door up here either. Dragging her teeth over her lower lip Sadie pulled her phone out of her purse and sent the text she probably should’ve written before she’d decided to come over here instead of going home.
Hey. Are you awake? I’m outside your place. Some seriously weird shit happened tonight and I need someone to talk to.
Shit. Well, if he had been asleep, maybe he wouldn’t be now. Folding her arms around herself, Sadie paced the hallway until the door cracked open and then she was rushing close. ”Sorry, sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you up.” She swallowed hard, looking up at him. ”Something really freaky happened on the way home from the club … there was a coyote and I almost took it home, but then it … can I come in?” Talking in the hallway was probably gonna be less of a disturbance to Nicky and Mandy, but trying to spill her guts out here definitely left her feeling crazier.
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DARCEY REID
Warlock
Posts: 54
Played by:
Julia
"The thought of this was heavenly at first, now it's where Hell will be."
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 16:47:17 GMT
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Post by DARCEY REID on Feb 5, 2024 2:14:38 GMT
━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━ HIS DREAM WAS WEIRD. THERE WERE BLONDE curls between his long fingers, soft and silky, familiar, but like a distant memory. A lithe body against his, so thin he could practically hold her whole wrist in one hand, but still round at the hips and chest, and warm against him. He couldn’t see her face as he kissed her neck, but her skin tasted like… jasmine?
Not like Lorna. It wasn’t her. Her jaw was too narrow as he kissed over it, sharper than he’d expected, and his brain finally registered the scent━Maeve’s perfume. It was Maeve, and as he made his way down the centre of her throat, towards the valley of her sternum, he felt her fingers in his hair. Gentle at first, then tugging, insistent━more controlling than he’d ever seen her be.
But when his head lifted and he finally returned to her mouth━as she’d silently demanded━he realized her lips were far too full to be Maeve’s. And the hair that bled through his fingers was in stark contrast to his skin and hers, and it tickled his wrists before disappearing behind her shoulder. Darcey looked into Sadie’s big, round eyes and kissed her anyway, not hesitating in his dream, though the tiny, conscious part of his mind was reeling.
When he woke up, Darcey turned over in his bed and puffed out a breath, looking around the dark room like he was expecting her to be there. That tiny part of his brain grew to occupy most of the space now, and he grumbled as his phone buzzed angrily on his nightstand. Darcey landed on his back on the mattress and blindly groped until he found his phone, then had to blink a few times to read the message. Even when he did read it, he had to go over it a few more times to understand it. Sadie? Jesus, was he still dreaming, or did she do this shit to him on purpose?
But she needed him, and Darcey dragged himself out of bed and then paused, realizing he probably needed some kind of clothing. He assumed she was in the lobby, and while it wasn’t likely that anyone was around, he still couldn’t go down naked. Darcey pulled a pair of sweatpants on, leaving them hanging low on his hips as he walked to the door, phone in hand, planning to reply on the elevator down. When he opened it, though, he froze, seeing Sadie right there, a lot more… clothed than she’d been in his dream. And with a significantly different expression on her face.
“Yer alright,” He said in response to her apology, his voice rough with sleep. Darcey blinked against the hallway’s harsh light, one elbow leaning against the doorframe while he rubbed at his eyes. “Ya almost… took…?” Was he still half-asleep, or was Sadie not making any sense?
Grumbling something that was supposed to be a ‘yeah,’ Darcey stepped back to give her space. He didn’t want to bother anyone else who might’ve been sleeping, so he led Sadie to his room and shut the door behind her, then finally dropped heavily onto the edge of his bed. His sweatpants were hanging on by a thread━well, it looked more like something else had been keeping them upright this whole time, but...
“Si’down if ya want,” Even though it would’ve only been a few steps away from the dream he’d just been having. He didn’t think this would end up that way, though. “Anyway, what’d the coyote do? Act like a wild fuckin’ animal?” He scoffed, propping up his cheek in one hand as he stared at her sideways, a lazy smile on his lips like he couldn’t wait for her explanation.
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SADIE VALENCIA
Human
Posts: 91
Age:
28
Occupation:
Author
Status:
Single
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Ange
Last seen May 5, 2024 19:04:06 GMT
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Feb 5, 2024 18:56:52 GMT
Having a kid with a wild imagination meant her mom had been dragged down to the school plenty of times to discuss what was appropriate with her teachers or the principal. In her defence, most of the wildest stories had been true – or at least they’d started out with a kernel of truth – it was just that stories shared by drunk Navy SEALs probably weren’t the sort of thing an eight year old should’ve been hearing or sharing. Pffft. Kids could handle more than what parents believed and she’d been a big proponent in believing that kids were less likely to screw up if they heard those little fairy tales of how shit could go really wrong first.
Sadie was sure her dad’s team had seen the seeds of those stories that hadn’t really been for her ears in her earliest books. They’d germinated and grown into wild tales of mythical creatures and hidden societies. With each book she’d raised the stakes and nobody had cared – it was fiction. What had happened tonight wasn’t and as Darcey opened the door, Sadie knew there was a chance he was gonna think she was making the whole thing up. Drunk, overly imaginative, was there really much difference when you weren’t a hundred percent sure you’d seen a guy pull off a magic spell and snap a coyote’s neck without touching it?
She’d been aiming for his eyes. Like a normal person. Someone spoke, you made eye contact. You didn’t almost swallow your tongue as your gaze hit a literal road hump and stopped dead for, God, what she hoped had only been a split second (that was polite right?). Sadie blinked, swallowing hard to make sure her tongue was still in her mouth – throat a little dry, cheeks definitely getting hot and not from the run, but yup, there it was. Shitshitshit, what the fuck was wrong with her brain. She needed not to be thinking about it.
Up, up, up. Stretches of lean muscle, pale skin, and hey, she’d been right, the freckles were everywhere by the looks of things. Gathered thick enough over his shoulders and forearms that she was picturing him as a kid, running wild and shirtless in London in the summer, the spread of them growing every year.
She was ... alright? Sadie’s gaze finally hit his mouth as he rubbed at his eyes. Was she alright? Probably more than she had been with him standing there in front of her. A solid presence despite his slenderness. ”It’s a long story,” she managed with a sigh.
Maybe Darcey wasn’t too happy about it, but he stepped back to let her in. Not wanting to stomp through the place and wake everybody up, she kicked off her boots at the door and padded after him. Glancing nervously at the closed doors, she hoped they stayed that way. Telling him was one thing, explaining it to his brother and sister was another entirely. ”Thanks,” she whispered as he offered a seat. One glance at him had her stopping again though. He’d sounded like she’d just woken him up at the door – he'd either been having one hell of a dream or he was just ..,yeah. Either way she had to pull herself together.
Being polite, she put some distance between them - friend distance. Sadie tangled her hands in her lap, snorting with laughter when he finally asked. She glanced sideways, dragging her gaze up again (brain, behave!) to look him in the eye as she shook her head. ”Unless I’ve really been missing shit on the Discovery channel, that really isn’t normal wild animal behaviour. Animals don’t spontaneously break their necks in mid-air.” Her fingers knotted tighter as she frowned, her gaze started to drift like that would help her remember. It snapped up when she realised it was right back where those sweatpants were clinging, literally, to narrow hips and then snapped up. ”It was Parking Lot Guy.” Back to the beginning, she had to go back or this wasn’t gonna make any sense.
Sadie folded her arms over her chest, hugging herself tight like the chill of fear was finally starting to sink in. ”I went out to the club. OK, I had a five or six drinks, but I wasn’t hammered. I danced a little, got tired and decided to walk home.” Her first idiotic act of night, if you didn’t count going out in tbe first place. ”I went to walk past one of the alleyways that cuts away from the square and I heard something whimpering. It could’ve been a cat or a puppy, so I stopped to see. This guy I’ve seen around my building walks up and we’re talking about it and then the thing starts growling.” And she’d realised she was out of her depth. The chills settled deeper, her arms tightening like that would do jack shit about the fact that she’d nearly gotten her face torn off by a rabid coyote. ”Then it leaps out of the dark, like some damn horror film. I’m nearly peeing my pants, I go stumbling back. Parking Lot Guy starts muttering something...” She broke off the story and repeated what she remembered of it, turning her hand the same way his had on the sidewalk. ”...and like gesturing in the air and suddenly the thing just stops. Its head twists, there’s this snap and it just falls out of the air. Does that sound like a wild fuckin’ animal to you?” This time when she looked at him it was in the eye, a plea shining in hers to tell her that she hadn’t lost her freaking mind and imagined the whole thing.
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DARCEY REID
Warlock
Posts: 54
Played by:
Julia
"The thought of this was heavenly at first, now it's where Hell will be."
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 16:47:17 GMT
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Post by DARCEY REID on Mar 24, 2024 16:43:53 GMT
━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━ SERIOUSLY, HAD SADIE TAKEN SOMETHING? Or worse, did somebody spike her drink? Mystic Falls didn’t seem like the kinda place that shit happened, but he figured weirdos could be anywhere. Especially the vampire kind… or the needed-a-woman-for-a-ritual kind.
It also would’ve explained the way her eyes kept falling down his bare skin, but he was only half conscious━or less than half. His lazy smile died when she continued, though, and he let out a confused (and intelligent), “Huh?” What about animals breaking their necks? And who the hell was Parking Lot Guy?
Darcey lifted his head, focusing on her face as she began to explain. He sobered up quite quickly, feeling more like a person the longer she talked. He watched as she tried to comfort herself, but he didn’t move to help, at least not while she was still trying to get her story out. He was betting this whimpering cat or puppy was the coyote, and the realization landed just a few seconds before she said it.
He wasn’t going to tease her again about how his vocabulary had rubbed off on her because of the word ‘film,’ not when she said something far more interesting.
She repeated that word. It took Darcey a minute to put it together, his brows furrowing, mind racing back to his training, the way she moved her hands sparking a memory more than the butchered word. Suurentaa. It wasn’t one he used often, but it’d been effective in keeping her safe. He’d seen why the warlock had done it… except he left Darcey with the consequences.
“Com’ere.” It was tough for Darcey to imagine a life without his magic, or being scared by it, since he’d always known it was coming. Other witches had that experience, though, and he couldn’t appreciate how terrifying it must be for a human, especially when your first run-in with it wasn’t all sparkles and flowers blooming and other pretty shit.
As he roped his arms around Sadie and gathered her into his chest, though, he remembered what it was like nearly setting the school on fire because of his jealousy. He’d been terrified of his own abilities, and so had Lorna. She’d adjusted, though, and it seemed like telling Sadie was his only option now. Maybe there would’ve been others if he was more awake, but he knew her, and she wasn’t going to let this go.
“You ain’t… I’m sure he didn’t want ya t’see that,” Darcey mumbled, “No other way of helpin’, though. Sometimes it’s just what happens.” He didn’t think his explanation was very helpful, but he slid back an inch or two. “You’re not mad.” He started softly, looking into her eyes to show her he was telling the truth. “It’s… like yer books. Scarily like ‘em, really.” Darcey had always wondered if she secretly knew something, but some of the details were a little off. “This kind of stuff’s real. Magic, I mean. He said Suurentaa, a spell for… what ‘e used it for.” Which would be grotesque enough that he didn’t have to bring it up again. “Ain’t all bad, though.”
Desperate not to scare her too much, Darcey whispered, “Phasmatos Tribum, Melan Veras.” And opened his palm, a little, pink flower unfolding out of nothing. A Streptocarpus Sadie, though he wasn’t sure if she was up on her flower knowledge. He’d had no clue about this one, either━not ‘til recently.
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SADIE VALENCIA
Human
Posts: 91
Age:
28
Occupation:
Author
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Single
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Ange
Last seen May 5, 2024 19:04:06 GMT
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on May 3, 2024 21:07:27 GMT
She might have had a few drinks at the club, but Sadie knew she wasn’t drunk enough to have lost her story telling abilities. The most important details were laid out up front – an animal’s neck snapped without being touched and she was sure Parking Lot Guy was the one to do it. Darcey’s huh made it clear that he wasn’t getting it and the more of the story she spun out, the more certain she was that she’d finally cracked. Too many years of partying, too much time spent in fictional worlds, reading too many of those crazy stories in the newspaper about people going missing and bodies turning up months or years later. If Parking Lot Guy hadn’t turned up, would that have been her?
Her frown etched itself deeper, as though she couldn’t even be sure of the powers of her own memory anymore. Maybe she’d blinked at the wrong moment and her brain had filled in the blanks with alcohol steeped images of what might’ve happened in one of her books. A glance darted at Darcey showed him looking serious again. As a measure of how crazy she was on a scale of one to ten, that was probably approaching the top end. In a second he’d step out and then he’d walk back in with the guys in white coats. Please, talk. The plea was a silent echo to the question he hadn’t yet answered. Tears blurred her vision – she was not one of those women who turned on the water works whenever she got a little emotional – one breaking over her lashes as Darcey did talk. She wasn’t one of those women who needed to be reassured over everything too, but she felt it anyway as she took his offer.
Sadie scooted closer, wrapping her arms around his narrow waist – all thoughts of what had been going on below it evaporating for a moment. Her head rested against his shoulder, the muscle warm against her cheek, solid. He was like a willow, looking like a strong wind might send him swaying, but right now he was holding her together. ”I always knew there were coyotes out in the woods. We’d hear them when we’d go camping out there when I was a kid, but never in town.” And even if she had, she’d never have thought they were ballsy enough to approach people. Maybe Parking Lot Guy had been right and it was rabid. It’d been long enough since she’d read Cujo that she couldn’t remember the exact symptoms, but she doubted that spontaneous neck snapping was amongst them.
She puffed out a breath at Darcey’s mumbled words, some thin trace of strained amusement in it. ”He didn’t want me to see him break its neck, or didn’t want me to see him pull the Lord Voldemort act?” she asked tightly. No other way of helping. Pressing her lips together, Darcey tried to hold the shudder back. Her grip on his waist tightened until he was easing back an inch. Who was the one talking crazy now?
”You sure? Because I’m pretty sure I might’ve just hallucinated that…” Sadie started. Something inside of her went still as he met her eyes though. While she was freaking out, he’d suddenly gotten eerily calm about the whole thing. ”They’re fiction. I make shit up all day every day.” And fuck, she was good at it. She started to shake her head, but Darcey was pressing on. He called it a spell, he wasn’t saying she’d somehow mangled PLG saying shit into something unrecognisable. ”I don’t think Houdini could’ve pulled that trick off, if that’s what you mean about magic.” Darcey didn’t though. That little voice in her head that was fist pumping at the idea that she’d known was growing louder as she started putting faith in his words. The words slipped over her skin like a warm breath, soothing, but leaving it rippling like goose flesh had raced along in their wake. Hair that was probably already standing on end rose at the nape of her neck. A flower, an honest to god little pink flower was blooming out of his palm. Houdini could probably have made some fake flower burst out of his sleeve, but this was more than that.
Unfurling her arms from around his waist, she braced herself with a hand on Darcey's thigh. Fingers curling around the lean muscle, Sadie reached out to lightly cup his hand from underneath with the other. It felt like if she touched the flower itself, it would melt away into nothing. Her thumb glided featherlight over his palm though, the tip of her nail stopping a fraction of an inch from one of those pretty petals.
Slowly a smile took the place of the frown that had been on her face moments before. ”It’s incredible,” Sadie breathed. She dragged her gaze away from it to look at him again, eyes lit up with awe. ”You’re incredible. You’re a wizard … holy shit.” Her heart was fluttering in her chest again, but not from fear this time. ”How do you do it?” There was no way on earth Hogwarts was real. This was though and God, she must’ve been blind to it.
The first time they'd met she'd realised that his spare frame was deceptive. Balanced in his lap, patching up the wounds he'd suffered protecting her, she'd felt the strength in it. Now she felt the heat, awareness tingling through her hand and up her arm as she realised she was a hair's breadth away from the part of him that'd been drawing her eye since she'd walked in. A quick glance down proved, yep, his sweat pants were still clinging there as though one deep breath might have them losing their grip. "Thanks for assuring me I wasn't crazy," she said softly. "As far as providing a distraction those sweat pants are really doing God's work." Maybe she'd regret opening her mouth come morning, but she wouldn't regret doing it tonight. She could have just curled her fingers into the waistband, hot skin pressing up against the back of her fingers as she adjusted them one way or another, but she still had a tiny thread of self-control left.
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