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Bones and Skin by Mirah

#( swan songs. ) #rolls in because life is less terrible now

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"That's --- Fine." Gratefully, the younger woman shifts her gaze which had seemed to Cat in equal parts prying, uneasy, and hostile. Cat seizes this singular moment of solitude, allowing her guard to momentarily crumble. Casting her gaze down to the almost abstractly grotesque form of her late cousin, letting her eyes fall shut and remembering him as the breathless little boy she had known once more. Swiftly, with a whisper of cloth on cloth, she turns on her heel to follow the brunette out into the corridor.

Facing the woman again, her eyes full of something Cat doesn't know her well enough to read, she again finds herself wondering what it is that's brought a girl with such fire (and what Cat judges for a taste strongly akin Rob's), to a place so sterile and cold. Ignoring this, as she does any feeling that strikes her as inconvenient she sighs, impatient.

"Well. What is it that you needed to ask?" In the hall, away from his memory, Cat is beginning to feel herself again. Which is to say she's back to her default bitterly peevish grimace. 

wolf mother, where you been?

     Robert O’Connor. Isis moved to her clipboard, quickly scribbling down the notes she needed. Sixty years old… still too young to die like that. Still too young to die at all. Where was the cutoff? At what point was it acceptable for a life to be lost? At what point had she started thinking about people like fruit, ripening only to expire? She looked startled at her own callousness. 

     "Uh — no, there’s. I have questions I need to go through, we can… step outside." The smell was something Isis was used to by now, but in the beginning, it had turned her stomach. She could only imagine how stifling it was when it came from a deceased loved one. Her steps were harsh as she opened the door, waiting for a moment for Catherine to follow.

     "I’ll make this quick. I won’t keep you when you’ve…" She sighed. Fuck, she wasn’t good at this, the whole… comforting thing. She cut people open on a nightly basis, she had no idea how their personalities worked.

#( gf. ) #( wolf mother where you been ? ) #( c: isis. ) #this only took about fifteen years #it's also v bad but like i'm watching frozen w/ my cousins and i didn't want to keep you waiting any longer :/

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[[ bristolcooper && livia-fox && callaramsey​ ]]

"Pardon me -- " Emerging from shadow, she realizes she plays the part of the aging, hermetic crone almost too well, "But you wouldn't happen to -- have the time, would you?" 

#nprpevent #hey gang #our lovely admin gave me permission to jump into your group since #mine hasn't been on

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Light Year - Gregory Alan Isakov | this golden love gone bad

#( swan songs. )

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Involuntarily she flinches at the contact, internally cursing herself for it. She's red, hot, and shaking almost violently. Her hand flies backwards and she blindly grabs at the youth's wrist, wrenching it down and digging her nails into his arm with more force than she realized she was capable of. "Do not touch me, you little cocksucker," It's growled hatefully enough that one might miss the tremor in her voice, as Cat cuts her nails a little further into the doughy white flesh. Releasing him with a hard shove to the chest, she glares at him, trying to disguise her fear with a darker shade of viciousness as she moves to try and push past him again. 

He replaced the distant she’d swallowed in one move, his eyes flashing wide for a moment of distinct shock as he stepped back quickly, something he’d rather not have displayed so obviously. But once he caught his balance again, looked her over, remembering she was just an old woman with a temper, probably bitter from some loss of beauty, of being wanted—Dennis laughs. Directly at her. “You’re all bark and no bite, honey,” he moved forward to condescendingly pluck at her hair as if to fix a mistake she’d made.

#( gf. ) #( c: dennis. ) #tw: swearing #jic #idk #this is bad #but like #i love you #so #idek

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The youth circles like a vulture. Not a hunter, but a scavenger, come to pick over the bones of a body long dead and ravaged. She wonders if he can smell the ancient rot on her, wonders if he realizes there's nothing left for him to consume. For a moment, she is frozen, hands wrapped around her stomach protectively. Then she's stepping toward him quickly, fiercely, head thrown back and snarling, teeth baring slightly, "Out of the way," more wolf than woman in that moment. 

"Oh, kitty’s got claws," he grinned, reveling in her apparent discomfort. He’s considering touching her—her shoulder, or her hair, make her sweat. But he hasn’t made up his mind yet, stewing in his own thoughts. "What’s got you out so late?—Huh?" He cocked his head and leaned in a few inches, taunting her.

#( c: dennis. ) #( gf. ) #she's gonna drag him tbh

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I hear a voice calling Calling out for me These shackles I’ve made in an attempt to be free Be it for reason, be it for love I won’t take the easy road

#( swan songs. )

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#( just an old woman. ) #so cute michelle why

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The girl is pretty and young and Cat is tiring of being reminded that she is old and ugly by the sight of her newness. "No -- Even if you were young enough for that, I can't say it matters that much to me -- It was just a bit of advice, girl, for Christ's sake, are you always so peevish?" She grouses sounding rather peevish herself. 

Honestly, she didn’t know how to respond. Kitty looked away briefly before returning her gaze to the stranger that stood before her. The confused expression on her face didn’t fade, not at the way the other spoke or even when she laughed. If anything, it only made her uncertainty for the other woman stronger. “What are you going to do?” She started, suddenly feeling the chill that lay in the air as a breeze blew by. “Walk me home and tell my mother that I’ve been out at night on my own?”

#( gf. ) #( c: kitty ) #hahaha well cat's not actually very good at scaring ppl who aren't already scared of her for one reason or another

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"Fine," she relents, sullen as a teenager, "I suppose you're right." She turns her head very deliberately to the left and sighs as she does her best to ignore the other's presence as she peers out into the dusky clearing before her. 

"You’re liable to get hurt anywhere" Andrew replied with a shrug, right now just needing the fresh air more then anything else. "I’ll be gone in a couple of minutes anyway".

#( gf. ) #( c: andrew. ) #omfg aaron is so handsome i am so happy that andrew exists #u have no idea

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The elder will not shrink, however much she may want to keep the distance between them a few arms' lengths. Instead she straightens herself to full height, which is not particularly imposing or impressive in comparison to the youth. "If you are at all attached to your manhood, I suggest you find your trouble elsewhere," she hisses with an almost unnecessary venom. 

"Maybe I just did," he returned with a smirk, eyeing her up and down as he took a few steps closer; trying to appraise her through the dark. He didn’t have the best of relationships with older women, they usually hated him, and he despised them for it. The older they were the more they thought they knew, and his stomach turned at their condescension.

#( gf. ) #( c: dennis. ) #meet me in the paaaark #it's goin down #anywhere u meet me guarantee it's goooin down

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"Mm, yes. I can see that," she replies, voice breathy and soft as she slips a finger in her book to keep her place, "Still, it's always more prudent to avoid putting oneself in harm's way, isn't it?" Canting her head to the left as she regards the younger with a cocked brow, impassive expression giving nothing but a faint sense of hostility away. 

Her voice caught him off guard, and he felt himself shrivel inside his skin, battered up with guilt like a child with fingers in the cookie jar. He couldn’t validate the reason behind the chill across skin, but he hoped the night masked the fear in his eyes. “I’m a grown boy, I can take care of myself," but his words, as big as they were, as coated with laughter as they were, were only hollow in meaning.

#( gf. ) #( c: buddy. )

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#( just an old mad woman. )

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The wiry, wispy whisper of a boy thinks to challenge her -- the little shit. He's probably the sort of kid who used to turn over her trashcans, send rocks sailing through her windows on Halloween. "Then I certainly hope you find it." She says acidly with a raise of her brow.

"What if I’m looking for trouble?" Dennis quirked a brow and stopped in his tracks, eyes squinted to concentrate on the figure he’d only just noticed. A testament to how unprepared he would have been in the case of danger.

#( gf. ) #( c: dennis. ) #lol

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"Not a threat, no," she answers, speech clipped and sharpened by the grating of the other woman's voice on her already threadbare nerves, "Just a bit of advice from a woman who's been around a good deal longer than you." Pulling her coat high and tight around her throat, she straightens her posture lightly with a hollow, cruelly self-effacing laugh, "And trust me when I say it hard matters to me. There are few ways left to hurt people as old as I am." 

She blinked, looking behind her towards the source of the voice. “Is that a threat?” She challenged, tilting her head up as one of her eyebrows raised. The street lamp overhead flickered on and off. If there were music, she could’ve had her own personal rave. It was a shame her headphones were on the fritz. “Because if so, shouldn’t you be saying that to yourself too?”

#( c: kitty ) #( gf. ) #ugh i am sorry about her

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A dark brow lofted in appraisal of the younger woman as she regards her coolly. Something in the other sets her on edge. The way her mouth twists, the green of her eyes, the gold of her hair. It's all terribly, terribly familiar. Her mind grabs blindly for the recollection but it catches handfuls of air and smoke. She purses her lips and looks away slowly, shutting her book. "You are actually, yes." She answers, looking the woman up and down.

Cat is tempted to leave it at this and ignore the bright young thing until she disappears back into the wood, but the shape of her face nags at her sharply. "I don't -- Your face is familiar. But I don't believe we've met." Flexing her hand in her lap, ignoring the crack and snap of chilled and aging bones as she does so, "Are you new?" 

Though she's inquiring, there is nothing solicitous, warm, or kindly in her voice. Her tone somehow manages to be simultaneously dull and urgent; with a bite of rusted iron underneath. 

as a shadow, as a dream : cat & grace

With both arms splayed to the sides, Grace stares down at her tall boots and the ice underneath them for a long moment before gradually stepping forward—cautious and alert in the face of slipping alone in a remote area of Northpoint, a place she doubted others could find her sooner than she could freeze. Thanks to a few kind people from the heart of town and maps, both digital and paper, she had found a route to the infamous Witches Ruins that was more straightforward to a foreigner. Many had warned her against the destination, but she figured she might be more comfortable catching Catherine O’Connor outdoors rather than in a confined space such as the woman’s home.

Now, trudging through several centimeters of snow, the blond couldn’t imagine what she had been thinking in her motel room as she prepared her old bones for the cold that would be slowing the blood in her veins. Breathless and pink in the cheeks, Grace emerged from the path into a vaguely open property that rumour supposed had been owned by the deceased witches. Brushing her braided ponytail forward on her shoulder with a gloved hand, tense and staring at the figure seated across the way, the woman’s mind once so focused on the chill was now blank from lack of planning.

Drawing in a deep breathe that became visible in a cloud of mist as she exhaled, Grace continued through the snow towards the stranger. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be out here this time of the year,” she announces pleasantly, slowing and angling more towards the cottages as though she had any interest in the ruined architecture. “Am I interrupting?” her light blue mitten that perfectly matches her delicate scarf gestures towards the woman.

#( gf. ) #( c: grace. ) #( as a shadow. )

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              "You shouldn't wander about out here so late. You're liable to get hurt." Inwardly, she grins, outwardly she deadpans, hoping to frighten the other away from her usual place so that she can enjoy her solitude.

#cat tryn'a scare ppl by pretending to be crazier than she is #nprpopen #idk #i just #i'm trying to reply to other stuff #but like #u kno #w/e