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Mar 19, 2016 19:51:37 GMT -6
Post by HELENA HOWELL on Mar 19, 2016 19:51:37 GMT -6
AND ALL SHE WANTED, WAS SOMEONE THAT CARES She had been through so much over the centuries she has been alive. Not only had she changed but the world around her had as well. And while Helena loved experiencing the changing of the world, the difference of it all around her, a part of her wished to be back in her real home, to be back in Greece during the time period she had been alive. But that would never happen, but she knew with her sisters by her side that it didn’t matter. Now she helped people, hoped those that needed help in the love department. While she hadn’t fallen in love in years, much to her dismay, she only had herself to blame. After Antonio, she pushed all the male population away, not wanting to have a run in with darkness and once again turn against her sister like she had centuries prior to the current time period. Though there was one that had gotten past her barriers, she tried to push thoughts of him away from her mind, especially because of the darkness that leaked from his pores. Tate Blackwood, a man whose charm she had fallen for and subconsciously fallen into bed with. After him, she left, disappearing from her family and from the town in which she had met Tate. Her first love she had sent to hell and she didn’t want a repeat of that and Tate made her realize that. She couldn’t trust anyone, not even her heart, to protect her from falling towards the darkness once more.
That was why she traveled, traveled the world and helped those that she could. But it didn’t mean she could stay gone for long, and thus returned to her sisters not too long ago before they moved to San Francisco. With her abilities close at hand, including that of her empathy, she quickly landed herself a job within the San Francisco Chronicle, writing one of the best advice columns that anyone had read in years. People loved her, and she loved to help them.
So why was it that she had let her boss talk her into going to Ravenous that night, setting her up with an online date and left her to write a piece about it? She wasn’t a reported, wasn’t someone to write about anything other than things that would answer her reader’s questions. Maybe her boss thought that she needed to get out? Was her advice sucking? She didn’t think so, especially because she could practically feel her readers and question asking readers feelings and mask them into her column. She was dragged from her thoughts as she was brought back to the present, her date all but chatting about his job. She could feel that he wasn’t having fun, practically hear it in his tone of voice and she sighed and placed her hand on his.
“Listen, maybe we should just end this now. I can tell you aren’t feeling this date and neither am I.” she said with a frown plastered on her face. But what surprised her, was his laughing and quickly agreeing, telling her that he had only gotten on that dating website because his wife wanted a break but had called him early that morning to decline her previous statement. Her eyes widened and she was taken aback as he said he only went on the date because he wanted to not only spite his wife but to also not go against his previous plans. And with her mouth agape, she watched as he departed from his seat and left the club with quick feet. Without even thinking, she quickly drew out a notepad and jotted down some notes and rolled her eyes.
“There, you wanted me to go on this stupid date so this is what you get.” she mumbled to herself before removing herself from the seat and heading towards the bar where she quickly seated herself and smiled, “Martini, dirty,” she said to the bartender, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She had recently died it from its brunette shade, but she believed that blonde suited her better. Plus, it was easier to blend in if she did not look the same over the years. She sighed, resting her head in her palm. This is an open thread, so feel free to drop a post! This was open before Emily made me tag Tate xD template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Mar 24, 2016 18:35:07 GMT -6
Post by TATE BLACKWOOD on Mar 24, 2016 18:35:07 GMT -6
Where'd you go? I miss you so. Seems like it's been forever That you've been gone. in the san franciscan community, tate blackwood was a well known manwhore. ladies man, was what he preferred to call himself, though most women did not see it that way. his attraction to the fairer sex was not limited to species, having been with just about every species out there. he had a handful of children that he was aware of and god-knows how many he wasn’t. love had never found it’s way to the ancient wiccan and therefore, he didn’t see much of a point in holding back in the physical sense. when he was scolded for his actions, he claimed he was searching for the right lady but that was a lie that was easily seen through. tate liked being unattached, wild and free to do his own thing. and it was also well known that whatever tate blackwood wanted, tate blackwood got.
but one woman in particular had been on his mind far more frequently than ever before: helena. frankly, it bothered him. he tried washing their night together from his mind, to free himself of the particularly pleasant thoughts he’d had of her. but no matter how many women he’d dated, escorted, or bedded since her, none seemed to measure up to the beauty of helena. other women were a bore, even ugly to him now, whereas they would have otherwise been fair game for him. rather than feel happy for this euphoria he’d found, he felt angered. on more than one occasion lately, he’d set parts of his home ablaze, his fire abilities reacting wildly to the emotions he tried to shove down. and to make matters worse? he couldn’t find the damn woman. sure, he could have easily located her with a tracking spell but that would mean admitting his desire for her. and after all these years, he thought it best to leave the situation alone. he simply continued on with his seducing ways, trying to wipe the woman from his mind.
with the hub of activity in the city over the last few weeks, the darkness had taken hold of tate far more than it ever had before. when they rescued celeste, it had attached itself to him, tempting him to give into the dark magic he was more than capable of. he’d dabbled with it in the past, on very small scales, but had always managed to stray from that path, in order to keep his sister’s safe and the coven in tact. after all, how fair could it have been for him to punish those for practicing the dark arts if he himself had? recently, though, that hadn’t much mattered to himself. the demonic activity around him only tempted him, causing him to dabble in what was otherwise forbidden. it was taking hold of him and day by day, sending him further into the abyss of something he would never return from. he witness it in his full glory only the day before, when he nearly took a life, stopping only when he realized exactly what he was doing. he wasn’t sure if it was the fear of becoming dark that frightened him the most or the fact that he wanted it.
the blackwoods were not only a pillar of the wiccan community, but also of the san franciscan one. they held charity diners and balls at the mansion-like home and had been important people to the city, what with all their donations and whatnot. while his sisters agreed to such things for the greater good of mankind, tate simply did these things for the fame and recognition, as cocky as he was. on this very night, he was supposed to be at some charity event at a swanky hotel. rather than make it there, he decided to slip into an establishment he’d heard quite a bit about, checking it out for the first time. besides, he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t show up fashionably late and a little intoxicated first.
tate nodded his approval at the gothic-style décor that the club was set up with, making his way to the bar. even though he himself was not a vampire, he knew what lay behind the velvet-lined doors at the back. sneaky little vampires and their feeding clubs. the warlock arrived at the bar just in time to catch a woman ordering a drink. he’d caught her only out of her peripheral vision but even with that, he’d decided she was beautiful enough for his taste. if only he’d taken the time to actually observe her. “her drink is on me. and however many more she wants after that one, on my tab.” he slid his card over the counter, ordering his own whiskey.
it wasn’t until tate finally turned, leaning against the bar top that he studied the features of the blonde he was buying a drink for. his heart skipped a beat, a little of anxiety sparking within the normally cool man. “blonde? and here i didn’t think you could get anymore beautiful.” he commented to helena, acting as if he’d only just seen her yesterday. in reality, he burning on the inside. “miss me?”
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Mar 25, 2016 15:30:48 GMT -6
Post by HELENA HOWELL on Mar 25, 2016 15:30:48 GMT -6
AND ALL SHE WANTED, WAS SOMEONE THAT CARES [attr="class","next"]Her wavy blonde hair cascaded down her back, stopping just at her mid back. She had remembered when she was younger it had grown so long that it cascaded down to the ground that she always had to braid it a special way. Her mother had always done it for her, at least before she was killed that was. She sighed, once again tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before grasping the necklace that currently sat upon her breast. It had been her mothers, or rather the stone had belonged to her mother before she had it turned into a necklace many years ago. She had found it recently, having traveled back to the area of Greece where she was born centuries prior and had found it buried among the rubble that was once their home. When she had found it, she instantly felt that it belonged to her mother and was quick to make off with it and get it turned into a necklace. Now, she never takes it off. While Hera and Hali had nothing to remind them of their mother, she did. Maybe it was because she dwelled on the past too much and they lived for the future. But dwelling on the past meant that it would not repeat herself. She wouldn’t fall for another Antonio, would not turn towards the darkness that threatened her daily, would not go against her sisters ever again. Maybe that was why she had traveled around the world and came back recently, or maybe that was why she had gotten a job as an advice columnist and used her empathy power to help those in need. ‘Her drink is on me. And however many more she wants after that one, on my tab.’Helena opened her mouth but froze from saying anything to the stranger that had ordered the bartender to place her drinks on his tab. She knew that voice, the familiarity of it filling her brain until she realized just where she knew that voice from. Tate…Blackwood. She pursed her lips slightly, she did not want to deal with this. She had left because of her one night stand with him, she did not want to come back only to find him where she had found herself. It was just her luck; Hali had always joked that she had no sense of the future. And it was in this moment that she wished she did. It was in this moment that she felt a change in the atmosphere, a spark of anxiety filled her, but it was not her own. Was it Tate’s? She almost laughed at the thought, it couldn’t be. The last time she had been near him it had been filled with dark desires, ones that she played right into. When he commented on her turning into a blonde had sparked the thought of not believing she could get any more beautiful, she laughed lightly and shook her head. ‘Miss me?’As he questioned her, she frowned, he was acting as if they had just been together the night prior instead of a little bit of time between their rolling in the bed. She glanced at him finally, taking in the unchanging features that were Tate Blackwood. His hair was still the same, his eyes were still burning through her own, his fashion sense had yet to change either. She crossed her legs over each other, causing her dress to hitch slightly, and her arms to cross just beneath her breast that was already almost spilling out of the low-cut neckline of her dress. “Would it hurt your feelings if I said no?” she questioned before adding with a small sigh “I actually didn’t think I would run into you again, especially after the last time we met and my traveling for a bit.” WORDS ;; 640 TAG ;; TATE BLACKWOODNOTES ;; ugh already shipping these two.
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Mar 29, 2016 19:28:19 GMT -6
Post by TATE BLACKWOOD on Mar 29, 2016 19:28:19 GMT -6
Where'd you go? I miss you so. Seems like it's been forever That you've been gone. lately, the darkness was all that was on his mind. it had always been a part of tate, ever since he and his sisters were first gifted with magic. it called to him, like a dark host inviting him to a party of eternal damnation. he was wickedly powerful now, as were his siblings, but he was often reminded of how much more he would be capable of if he simply succumbed to black magic. his twin and youngers sisters never seemed to struggle with the challenge, but perhaps that was because they were pure, with no ill intentions ever having crossed their minds. tate was selfish and unrefined, so perhaps he was predestined for this struggle. now, seeing the beauty in front of him, he was rid of the taunting thoughts…even if just momentarily. she must have been something impressive to him, especially if she wiped such dark desires from him. in fact, she was the only thing which had been able to fully distract him.
in all honesty, the mixture of emotions that tate felt for the witch was something completely new to him. anyone who’d ever known the guy or had an encounter with him knew very well of his inability to commit to women. he was cocky and went through women as fast as he went through clean underwear. there were a handful of encounters he repeated, with willing contenders, but mostly it was one-night endeavors. for him to think about a woman after she’d left his bed, well, that was something unusual. frankly, he’d been a bit upset she’d just left him, without even a goodbye. ironic, wasn’t it? what was that saying...? he got a taste of his own medicine. it pissed him off a whole lot…not just her disappearance but the fact that one woman could turn his world upside down without really doing much of anything. shit, he barely knew her, yet here he was, foaming at the mouth.
the warlock was never in short supply of charming maneuvers or compliments. but his first one made to helena was founded purely on his true belief and words. she was truly beautiful and the lighter hues of her hair only brightened her complexion. “don’t believe me?” he questioned with a grin as she simply shook her head. so many women had fallen into his trap, drawn in by his suaveness and pearly whites. if helena were just any other woman, she would have been smart not to believe the cliché words…but he honestly meant them.
though this was a woman he sought to impress, tate was still a man…which meant he couldn’t keep his eye from wandering. it started at her bare legs, gently sunkissed, but enough to drive him wild. his gaze meandered up to her upper half, finally resting upon her features as she began to speak. he couldn’t deny the sinking feeling within him at her words, but he merely turned to his drink, throwing it back so she wouldn’t see the pursed-lip-look over his face. instead, when he returned his attention to her, he merely shrugged. “probably. but i’m a big boy…i s’pose i’ll be fine.” the coolness dripped off his words, though his eyes never left her.
“this is my city, baby.” head tilted with a grin, offering his response to her words. the blackwoods had traveled all over the world throughout their many centuries of life but san francisco had been their home for some time now. he loved the city life and was a pretty well known in the community. catching sight of him on a weekly basis was a regular occurrence. “well you took off so god damn fast…maybe this is fate’s way of trying to continue something that shouldn’t have ended so abruptly.” Did he believe in fate? god no, but it was his way of inching closer to the fact he rather enjoyed her company.
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May 22, 2016 23:24:39 GMT -6
Post by HELENA HOWELL on May 22, 2016 23:24:39 GMT -6
━ AND ALL SHE WANTED, WAS SOMEONE THAT CARES ━The last time Helena had a run in with Tate Blackwood had seemed not too long ago, but in reality, it had been. She had fallen for his charm, for his darkness that lured her in, and quickly she fell under his smoldering gaze and his toxic lips. It was the second time she had lost herself to a sensation that was controlled by the need to let go, to fall into the pleasure that was given to her. Antonio had been the first, had been a creature from hell that had tempted her so much that she almost turned against her sisters. And once she realized it could happen again, especially with the way that Tate was, she fled from the city and disappeared to find herself. And while she didn’t do it fully, she had found a piece of her that she actually enjoyed. That was how she became an advice columnist, answering questions and giving advice to those that truly needed it. And now, here she was sitting before the man that she had left behind without a single thought, wanting anything to get away from falling into the darkness that threatened her daily.
His compliment that had come from his discovery of her becoming a blonde, followed by his words of her not believing him, made her scoff slightly. A compliment from him was like an open promise, one that spoken to millions and never meant once. She wasn’t foolish enough to fall for such words again, and she hoped that words so cliché would not be his go to flirtation. Maybe that was why, instead of answering a question that was accompanied by a grin, she brought her drink to her mouth again, listening as he said that he was a big boy and that it’ll be fine because of her cold hard rejection of having missed him. In reality, she didn’t think she would have another run in with him. While there was a thought in her mind that it was possible, she hadn’t thought that it would be the first thing that would happen to her upon her return to San Francisco, give or take a few weeks at least.
‘This is my city, baby. Well, you took off so god damn fast…maybe this is fate’s way of trying to continue something that shouldn’t have ended so abruptly.’
She looked at him, fingers laced around the glass of her drink and looked at him. “I seriously doubt fate has anything to do with this. Plus, it was just a one-time thing, you shouldn’t be holding on so tightly.” she stated shrugging her shoulders. “If I wasn’t the one to take off, you surely would have. Don’t deny it. That is why one night stands are all about, or has the definition of the term changed for you and you alone?” she questioned. Her walls were up, her heart guarded by a wall of steel. A long time ago she wouldn’t have been so rude, would of fallen into his trap, but after Antonio and after she met him the first time, she wasn’t going to let her heart be grabbed and her life to change so dramatically. And if acting rude pushed him away and protected her, so be it.
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