ignite the night

She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her FIRE.

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Lindsey + touching her hair

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mouse-of-oblivion

Midas was having his afternoon tea at one of his favorite little places at Woodland, as in he was sitting alone by the bakery having the lovely cup of freshly made tea. Suddenly someone stopped near him and the weremouse lowered his tea cup a bit .”Is there something I could help you with?”

“Nope,” she popped the p out as she stood still, no indications that she was going to leave right away. Instead she stared at him for a moment, humming low as she tried to determine how old he was. It didn’t matter, but her brain had decided that thinking about it was a good idea. “How old are you?” Enya admitted defeat. “Your eyes look old and your face— looks old too.”  

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oliverisinn.

Oliver eyed her warily, “I think you might wanna look for a haunted house if that’s the kind of thing you want to do.” He raised his eyebrows as she asked for a shirt and looked her up and down for a moment, he wasn’t sure if it was with judgement or if he was just checking her out, probably both. But he got up and went to the back closet where he kept the lost and found and pulled out a t-shirt that looked to be about three sizes too big for her and threw it at her. Sometimes he washed what ended up in the lost and found and sometimes he didn’t, so he had no idea if he was tossing her a clean shirt or the grossest shirt in all of existence. “Anything else I can do to help?” He asked with absolutely no enthusiasm.

He was rude. Enya didn’t like him at all, even after having been given the shirt. “You need sugar,” she commented as she slipped off her jacket and pulled the shirt over her burnt tank top. “’cause, y’know— hospitality is key in your business, unless you have customers with a kink for being treated badly. I s’pose there’s a market in that, but you still oughta try sugar.”

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asher-cooke.

Ashe opened his mouth to respond, staring at her and closing it again without saying anything. He needed a moment to process.

“It’s fried dough glazed in sugar. It’s better than it sounds- you should just try one.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll try one,” she agreed with skepticism, “but you should take a step to the side just in case I don’t like it— I don’t have any manners, I’ll spit it right out.”

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oliverisinn.

Oliver waited a whole twenty seconds after he heard the front door of the inn open and close before he looked up from his book, “Are you just going to stand there or do you actually need something? A room? Directions? A bathroom? What is it?”

“I could be a live action decoration, stand still and then scare the sh— out of people,” Enya responded promptly, hugging her leather jacket tighter as she took a few steps towards the man. “Do you have an extra shirt?” It was the first time in a long time that she actually whispered. “Something— uhm, happened to mine and my jacket doesn’t have a zipper...”

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asher-cooke.

“We’re actually out of those but I’ve got some freshly glazed doughnuts that are still hot.”

“What did I ask for? I forgot. Was it something that’s far better than glazed doughnuts so it’d be stupid to replace them with it? I don’t know. I don’t know. No, I don’t want glazed doughnuts. Wait, what’s a glazed doughnut?”

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maxchase.

The insults targeted at his ears simply flew by him as by then, he was most used to them. The fact that she actually tackled him like that caught him off guard, yet his laugh never stopped. He fell back, not from her weight, but more because of the suddenness of her. Arms unvoluntarily wrapped around her, just to be grabbing onto something and it went pretty well, considering how dizzy he felt from the quick imbalance. And the rum, of course. “Don’t rip them off! How will I hear your… beautiful honey-like voice when you’re talking absolute nonsense and gibberish?” 

“It’s not nonsense and gibberish,” she whined, forgetting why she was straddling him for a second. It was hard to concentrate, the alcohol clouding her mind totally opposite of how it was usually clouded. She didn’t like the way it made her feel, she was generally out of control and distracted but this slowed her mind down and she loved her whirlwind of a brain. It was no wonder that she wanted to fight Max, even if it was the most ridiculous reason. “Ears!” Enya shouted as she was pulled back to reality, one hand reaching forward to yank at one of his ears. Childish? Absolutely. 

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Flying Free

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pyropiratepixie.

She would occasionally fly along side the ship when they were at sea. It wasn’t common because if something went wrong and she lost balance or otherwise ‘crashed’ it would be into the sea and that wasn’t a place that Pyra liked being. She could fight without her fire but it left her feeling useless and powerless and she didn’t like that. She’d experienced it enough when learning to swim. Which she was glad for because it was better than drowning, but it was still an unpleasant experience.

So, now while they were on land Pyra was taking the chance to quite literally spread her wings. She’d been flying for a while when she landed, her wings folding against herself and seemingly disappearing.

It was only after she’d situated herself and tucked her wings away that she looked up and noticed someone looking at her. “Enjoying the show?” She gave a coy little smile. She didn’t mind- but if someone was going to stare they ought to at least speak to her.

Enya was sitting on a rock, eating a cake when someone landed in close proximity. Her eyes wandered over the woman as her wings were tucked back. “Not really,” she responded with a handful of cake in her mouth, crumbs spilling out over her lips. It was hard to enjoy a pixie landing when she was one herself and even if she hadn’t been one, the cake was far more interesting. “If you wanted to make a show out of your landing, there’s people five minutes away that way. There’s only cake here, do you want some?”

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bellesareringing.

Bluebelle always tried to get in one kind gesture a day. She didn’t necessary believe she failed when she wasn’t able to do so, but on days that she did it made her day a little bit better. Nothing too big, sometimes she’d assist someone and help them get something out of reach, she’d try to say a kind word to a stranger, but today she felt like doing a little bit more. While out for lunch she decided to buy two muffins instead of one, and brought the second one out in a little paper bag and approached the person standing a few feet outside the cafe. “You looked a little glum, so I bought you a muffin.” She said with a warm smile on her face as she handed the paper bag over.

“Glum?” Enya’s brow arched, confusion settling on her features momentarily because no one had ever said that she looked glum. Distracted, stupid, crazy were words she had heard far too many times. Glum was new. She still accepted the muffin, reaching over to take the paper bag that she instantly dropped the moment she got her hands on it. Before she reached down to grab it, she looked over at the stranger with an apologetic look that she shouldn’t have done since it distracted her, accidentally stepping on the bag and crushing the muffin. “Oops!” 

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alistairwhite.

“Yeah, thanks for your help.”Alistair didn’t mention the fact that Enya had failed to help with either of the things he had asked for her assistance with, he was at the very least having a good time. “So does that mean you can help me, or should I prepare to talk about the deeper meaning of our existence or something like that?”

“I don’t know what your sisters look like,” Enya replied with a crinkled nose, wondering if he had hit his head earlier. First he didn’t understand her and now he thought she could help him. Maybe she wasn’t the crazy one after all. “I’m still tryin’ to crack that nut, I know people have sex and a baby or two plop out sometimes but it’s not that, right? It’d be pretty boring if we all just exist because people do the frickle frackle. Thoughts?”

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mrchofthehare.

Haigha quirked a brow at this admittedly strange young woman. “I don’t believe I have today but I’ll have to go check later. There’s a new family of ‘em that just moved in. You can hear them in the morning.” He could tell she was rambling but Haigha didn’t mind. He often caught himself doing much the same on his Bad Days. But he still didn’t know why she was here. That is, until she held up a bag. 

“Oh! You’re the importer they said would be in this month, yeah? D’yah have the supplies I asked for? If not thas fine, but I appreciate you checkin’ that t’won’t explode before handing it over.” 

“Maybe. Perhaps. Probably. If we’re lucky,” she responded with an absent shrug. Enya had no idea what or where things was supposed to go in general. Sometimes they ended up in the right place, other times she ended up throwing the bags away without thought. “Okie dokie.” Just like that, Enya had opened the bag to confirm that nothing would explode before she extended her hand, dangling it in front of him to grab. “It’s not gonna explode, unless you set it on fire but that’s an entirely different thing, I s’pose. By any chance, will you, at some point, set it on fire?”

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maxchase.

“The point? Bad thoughts going away and good thoughts staying. You don’t… feel that well, and that’s–” He was cut off by feeling the other’s warmth getting maybe a bit too hot, pulling away just in time before thing went up into flames. Now, normally he would possibly freak out and try to help but this time, he was just drunk enough to be leaning back with a laugh bursting out of him and putting the bottle a bit farther from her before he reached for a bottle of water not too far from them, moving ever-so-gracefully and very much slowly as he listened to her yelling whih resulted in him laughing some more. “Stay! Don’t move–” He didn’t wait more, instead he simply poured the water over her. “You alright there?” 

Had she been sober and it had happened anyway, she would’ve instinctively flown away but she doubted that she could fly straight. Instead she continued to curse while Max laughed at her misfortune. To be fair, she would’ve laughed too if she could control the flames. Enya didn’t panic though and it wasn’t long until water splattered her in the face and her body cooled down. “You did this, you big-eared dumbo!” It wasn’t rage or with the intent of harm, but she was drunk and reckless. Her insults were stupid anyway. “I’m gonna rip your stupid ears off,” she tried to sound threatening but it was impossible to keep the laugh inside. Still, her body reacted before her brain had the chance to stop her, so she lunged at him.

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maxchase.

His lips pursed out, glancing away and pulling an uncertain face at her questions, simply to tease her. Of course it was supposed to happen. It soon disappeared from his expression, replaced by a satisfied smile as he barely pulled back at her sudden invade of space. He could almost feel the heat radiating off her. But it was fine. Right? Pixies did that. Pyra did that a few times. And if the ship didn’t catch on fire, it was going to be fine. But then again, Enya wasn’t nearly as collected as Pyra. He glanced away, only to put the bottle down carefully, so it wouldn’t topple over, then he looked back at her, slowly reaching up as the notion of being careful with sudden movements is still there, even if it was blurry. “It’s not for liking. It’s effective and cheap. That’s what’s important ‘bout it.” His hand finally reached her cheek, the contrast between her warmth and his cold fingers making him smile even wider. “But maybe you’ve had enough.”

“But why, what’s the point?” She knew people claimed that it was fun but she saw no charm in this, it wasn’t crazy, it was just a nuisance. It wasn’t something she’d do again unless she was given a good reason and she doubted that there was one. But it was another thought cut short when his cold fingertips touched her cheeks and since Enya was always warm, the contrast caught her off guard. Her counteraction was to heat herself up but she was far from in control and before she had any chance to stop it, she had practically set herself on fire. “Ah shitbag! Stop it, stupid fire!” She did manage to lean back as she tried to get it under control but alcohol was flammable after all.

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alistairwhite.

“Sure, if that’ll make you happy.” The question was a tough one, it felt as though he’d been stuck in this roundabout conversation for so long that he’d forgotten his purpose entirely. “Yes, I was here to…Oh! I was here to get lunch and I was hoping I might run into one of my sisters as well.” He gave a satisfied grin at having remembered his purpose at all.

“See, works like a charm.” A smug smile settled on her lips, it wasn’t often that Enya said or managed to do something productive; no matter how small it was. She took every victory she could get. “So maybe you asked if I had seen one of them or told me that you’re hungry like a crazy person. I oughta know, I’m batshit insane.”

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alistairwhite.

Alistair listened as the girl continued to ramble on about whatever it is she was on about, entertained but still utterly clueless. “Um, okay.” He nodded his head to accompany his vague response, certain she wouldn’t be discouraged by its briefness anyway.

“Um, okay,” she echoed even though the lack of words had been expected. It was usually the response people gave her but Enya didn’t care, it gave her more time to talk. “Should we retrace the conversation so we can see what it was you didn’t understand, yes lets do that! You start, what are you doing here?”

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maxchase.

It was adorable. Even if she was crazy and dangerous not only to her environment but to herself as well. She was still cute. She would get used to rum, he knew it. He got used to it pretty fast. His eyes fixated on her, slowly nodding from time to time to show that he’d acknowledged the information coming at him, and there was a lot of information. Fast. “Hmm… Seems to me that you have a disease, Matchstick. Your cheeks gone red. Like you’re burning up. I s’pose that’s an ordinary thing, though.” He took quite a big of a sip from the bottle, taking him a moment to have it completely down. “What sort of cake was it?”

“That’s supposed to happen, right?” Her hands pressed against her warm cheeks, they were warmer than usual and it was probably one of the reasons why her mother had asked her to stay away from alcohol. “Right? Right? Right?” Enya leaned far too close to Max for confirmation and to make him clearer. Everything was so blurry and warm, and her body felt weird. She couldn’t let go of it but luckily her thoughts were pushed back, distracted by his question and the idea of another cake. Cake was good. “Vanilla with frosting, definitely tastier than this poison you gave me. You can’t tell me that you like it because that would mean you’re crazier than me and I can’t have that.”

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mrchofthehare.

Haigha had been in the back of the house, cleaning, when the bell system he’d rigged up started chiming. Someone was at the front desk. Making his way back through the house, the werehare smiled brightly when he came round the corner and said: “What could I do for you today?”

“Uh, ah— I think I’m supposed to do something for you? If I’m at the right place, this place is confusing and distracting. Did you see that little squirrel outside? It was cute,” she rambled before her arm rose to dangle the bag she held onto. For once she was attempting to do her job, import and export between Artemisia and Wonderland. Least fitted for the job, but she tried... sometimes. “Where am I? Do you want what’s in the bag? It’s not explosive, I think. It’s not ticking anyway.”