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[t-raith]

In the spaces between the pain, Thomas dreams.

Shielding itself protectively, his mind conjures up a different world, cocooning itself in faces and memories and complex stories. The images are hard to grasp and harder still to hold on to, each slipping through his fingers again and again like sand the moment he pulls it into view.

Justine. The Justine that he remembers, the woman who had taken charge when she'd needed to, who had protected him just as much as he had always tried to protect her. Smiles and milkshakes, her friendship with Molly, her frustrated texts that had always made him laugh, the countless fond memories...

Tabitha. Tabby. She had shown up on his doorstep one day and had become a fixture in his life, had trusted him implicitly even when she shouldn't have. And her brother, Tobias, that asshole who had ultimately become one of the only people he could count on. Not that he'd ever tell Tobias that.

Mia and Kai, two who should have hated him after what he'd done to Mia. But they had been there for him, had drawn him into their adventures with catapults and raccoons and swords and angels. Not all at the same time, of course. Unfortunately.

Althea, the anachronism, the strange woman who had believed all of his white lies and had adopted a ridiculous assortment of slang that had always brought a smile to his face. And her zombie friend, Andiemme, with whom he'd ultimately developed a tentative friendship.

Lake, the wizard whose cake he'd ruined, a woman who hadn't even really needed an ounce of magic with all of her cleverness and street smarts.

Orchid, the outgoing seer he'd grown close to, a reliable friend who'd always been eager for some excitement and companionship.

Nate, the strange wizard with a knack for finding a way to combine magic with technology. Or to make technology work despite magic? Or... well, the principles had pretty much all been way over Thomas's head, but it had sure seemed impressive.

Nita, mysterious and enigmatic but one sharp reporter, remarkably down to earth for a half-angel.

Lash, the friendly human who'd received a second chance. Victoria, the shady necromancer who'd provided him with strange artifacts at a price. Jon, the sometimes overprotective frost mage who'd only wanted to keep the apprentices safe from him. And of course Skye, the sassy werewolf who had never really seemed to figure out whether to like him or hate him, but had been a fun friend all the same.

There were more of them, too. Many, many more. Faces and names, some farther in the past than others, but all with fond memories attached. Stories that Thomas focuses on, tries to bring to the forefront of his mind, to keep him company here where he's all alone.

How many of them were even real? Is this all the product of his own imagination, to protect him from what hurts too much to face?

He's afraid to wake up, to risk finding out that he's lost all of them, too. That he misses something that had never even existed at all.

He wants it to be real.

[swordandfang]

[Black Gold]

The snow came nearly up to Alucard's calves as he trudged down the sidewalk. It had finally stopped coming down, but the sky was still heavily overcast. He pulled his coat more tightly around himself to fend off the cold blasts of wind, his gaze scanning the signs of the shops and buildings that he passed.

This place felt terribly foreign, even after he'd taken some time to acclimate. Well, perhaps that was simply because it was foreign, a different time and place from what he'd been used to before awaking to a different world, his own people long moved on. Old rumors of the Black Court had brought him here, to this strange city that called to something inside of him as if he had been summoned. Was this Black Court really what he sought, or had all the names and tales become mixed up and corrupted over the many years? Were they even still here, or was this just a dead end?

The humans had thrived, at least. They were many now, far more numerous here than he had ever seen before, even now in this freezing weather, but with humans came mages and witches and wizards and others of particular talents, ones who claimed to be able to see the future, and it was these he sought out, recalling the way the Speakers had carried similar tales with them long ago. Perhaps they were ancestors of these modern psychics and seers. But to his dismay and bewilderment, the psychics had all turned out to be frauds so far, cheap entertainers pretending to see fortune and romance in his future, and that wasn't the sort of information he was seeking. The inquisitive and perhaps too casual mention of vampires nearly had him laughed out of one of the little psychic shops, although at least that was an improvement over being burned at the stake, so he wasn't complaining.

Well, there were other shops still to try and he wasn't about to give up until he had exhausted all of these avenues first. He had nowhere else to be, nobody counting on him or waiting for him or aware of his existence at all. He was entirely alone.

He tried futilely to stamp snow off his boots as he approached the next shop, a place called Orchid's Oracles, then let himself in, tracking a bit of the snow in with him despite his efforts. He only hoped that this psychic wasn't as great a stickler for appointments as the last had been. It hadn't occurred to him to call ahead. Phones were still a bit new to him, and he hadn’t yet figured out what a good half of the little picture icons on his mobile phone were even meant to do.

"Hello?" he said aloud, but his heart sank as he looked over the decor. It was just as gaudy and overwrought as the others had been--although the crystal ball looked a bit more authentic than the cheap plastic pieces some of the other shops had displayed, and certainly more expensive. That at least was a nice touch, but he already suspected that this wouldn't pan out any more than the others had. Still, might as well go through the motions. One never knew when a useful scrap of information might present itself. "I was hoping for a reading, if you could spare some time. I can pay..."

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[idontdohats-archive]

"It was an accident." (studiocitypsychic)

Harry frowned as he peered down his nose at Orchid, crossing his arms over his chest. “Define accident,” he prompted.

[thedragoninside-archive]

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James smiled, brows raising and creating rows of furrows in his forehead, as he settled his luminous green eyes on the woman. “Do you need a hand with that?” His voice held a low, gravelly burr, and was lilted with a slight accent that could have been Scots, though it was in fact from a much older culture.

[nowmakeyourpeace]

You Made Me Ink

@studiocitypsychic: 

Orchid looked down at the massive pile of food on her plate. “That? I think that’s actually squid? I’m not sure, but it looks great.”

Wynonna tilted her head slightly. She had tried a lot of different foods in her travels. Squid, as far as she could remember, wasn’t one of them. “It’s possible we have different definition of what looks great.”

[primechicagowizard]

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Why the hell had he come clubbing? He was feeling like absolute dirt, the kind of isolating sensation that insisted he hole up in the apartment with a blanket, his cat, a gallon of coke and a slice of cold disgusting pizza. In actuality, he needed a drink a little stronger than what shelf coke had to offer. He already brought trouble to Mac’s place the previous day. It wasn’t anything that threatened the neutral peace accord or anything, but it was certainly more than what Mac would allow for the next week. Yup. He fulfilled his quota in an afternoon. He wasn’t going to be an asshole and try for a repeat occurrence.

So he brought trouble somewhere else instead.

The place he ventured wasn’t on the radar of the supernatural sort the way that Mac’s bar was, though it was apparently ground that they were gradually familiarizing themselves with. So there. Harry was familiarizing himself with it. People weren’t acting quite as down and out as they may at Mac’s bar. They were actually up on their feet moving like they had life ticking in their veins, enjoying the atmosphere and something of each other.

He wasn’t in the mood.

He sat by himself shuffled off on some solitary bar stool away from the other hustle.

He felt numb. The kind of numb a drink wouldn’t sate, only adding to the intensity. He didn’t feel like he should. Those days, it seemed he was in a constant flux of confusion without end. Like a damn teenager or something. No thank you, he already went through that phase. And then some.

He was too annoyed for company. So why the hell did he go clubbing? It was just asking for the inevitable approach of a potential interested party. He didn’t know why, but there were some people who were attracted to that sour look he adopted recently. The three day old shadow on his face and the bags under the eyes. The rough and tumble persona.

 "Rude."

He could feel such an approach then, like the burning aura of a.... fuck it, he couldn’t do fancy thought processes right then. He felt eyes on him. He felt eyes and a shadow creeping all up on his space.

“Stew and pie.” He said, like he was spouting off some weird password thing for the backroom porn stash.

“That’s the only pleasure I’m looking for, lady. If you don’t have any stew or pie, then you can kindly direct yourself somewhere else.” He didn’t even look at her. His luck, the ‘lady’ would turn out to be some kid or something or a guy who would take it the wrong way and knock his block off or something. Oh well. Maybe he deserved it.

[polkaknight]

"Oh uh... I think you grabbed my coffee instead of yours. You probably don't want to know how much sugar is in that one." (studiocitypsychic)

“How bad could it be? I live on sugar. But here-” he pushes his cup over to her.

[thenewcastleincident]

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Continuing from ask for better rebloggability:

So many people said that to her, if she had a nickel for every time it happened, she’d be donating twice as much money to her father’s fund than she was already. Orchid sighed softly, and shook her head, but her smile stayed on her red lips.

“Alright, why not?” She replied. “I can see the future, and I have seen you in my Visions.”

"Oh bloody hell.", he groaned and rolled his eyes. "Another one o' ye psychic types? Wha' am I? Psychic bait? Has every single on o' ye's gotten th' memo abou me?"

[the-bctman]

“Don’t worry about me. Where is everyone?” (studiocitypsychic)

“Your captors have been incapacitated. Can you stand?” He stuck out his hand to help her to her feet.

[healingtraveler]

"Hey there little dude, you are cute as SHIT." (Orchid)

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A very fluffy, small gray kitten looked up at Orchid and meowed.  Or rather, mewed.

[ghoulsurgeon]

A doctor knocks on a Psychic’s door

It wasn’t that Cormac had never visited a wizard, because that he had and more than once, but seeing a psychic was a complete novelty. Oh, he’d heard about them and he wasn’t the kind of skeptic most of his colleagues in the hospital were, but still…

Maybe he was nervous, maybe it was all sheer curiosity, it didn’t matter. He was already there and he wasn’t going back, especially because he wasn’t there just for himself. One of his patients had requested to see a psychic and Cormac wouldn’t allow them to see a scammer, so there he was, his smile self-conscious and knocking on Orchid’s office’s door.

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[t-raith]

Sparks Fly || Thomas & Orchid

Okay, so it was early. Like ten in the morning, but for Thomas, that was practically bedtime. But it had been a weird week and a weird schedule, and not only was he awake--he was standing at Orchid’s door unannounced, somehow balancing a surprisingly large quantity of enormous plastic bags in his arms.

While also ringing the doorbell. Repeatedly. And knocking a little, too, for good measure. He was enthusiastic! And carrying a lot of things that he was actually kind of tired of carrying, even though he’d really only been carrying them from his car up to the house. Which wasn’t exactly an arduous hike.

And anyway, at least he was using the doorbell, even if that was mostly because it seemed like the better alternative to introducing himself face first to whatever wards Orchid had set up. Also, the whole b&e thing never seemed to work out so well for vampires, even of the White Court variety.

“Hey! Orchid!” he shouted through the door. “Let me in! I brought things!” He hesitated, thinking. “Important things!” Oh, she was going to love them. Well, maybe she wouldn’t, but someone would.

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[wizardwardenknight-blog]

"If I knock you out, you've got further to fall." (Orchid)

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“You have to reach me first.”

[idontdohats-archive]

🍞 (love, Orchid)

Something soft and spongy hit Harry in the back of the head and bounced off it, onto the floor behind him. Blinking, he turned and peered at the offending item, which was revealed to be a loaf of bread. 

He crossed his arms over his chest and pinned Orchid with his most menacing stare. For about two seconds. Then his lips twitched, unable to hold back the smirk. “Are you trying to tell me to stop loafing around?”

[thedragoninside-archive]

Play with muses hair (Orchid)

James let the door to the restaurant ease shut behind him, and moved to stand beside Orchid as they waited for service, putting a gentle hand between her shoulder blades as he glanced down at the little seer. Her dark hair was dusted with the snow that had been falling outside, and acting purely on instinct, he shifted his hand up to brush the white flakes from it, filtering its silken strands between his fingers and smoothing it with his palm. 

Much like cats, Dragons enjoy engaging in mutual grooming.

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[buttersandcompany]

On the floor in front of their door is a package wrapped in Star Wars paper. Inside are a couple magic theory manuals (that look fairly official), and a giant, super soft blanket scarf with a spa gift card attached. The card reads- Happy Hanukkah and Merry Christmas! I'm a little late, but this is a thank you for everything you've done for me this year. You both mean so much to me. I couldn't imagine next year without you! -Orchid

Waldo and Andi brought the package in carefully, tearing into it with gusto, Waldo became immediately engrossed in the books he was given while Andi stroked the soft fabric of her scarf. “We’ve got to get her something!” She insisted. “Whaa?” Waldo blinked up from the book. “Oh, yes. We should!”

Andi frowned thoughtfully. “Everything is closed today, but lets bring a bottle of wine over tomorrow. We can all celebrate together.”

Waldo nodded enthusiastically before the snuggled together and spent a  quiet day at home.