Courage

Alice Larsson Twenty Six Natural Witch Owner of Enchanted Florist

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sebastianreininger:

      “It would look nice here, but I don’t think the broken pottery or cement beneath it will help much. And I assure you, you are the one spoiling me by taking them. Your counterpart would attest to it, or maybe spoiling each other to his dismay.” And with his hand free, he began to work, not unlike anything he was used to. Spending years alone with his mother, where she the bearer of money, Sebastian learned quickly and learned well what homemaking was, or the essentials of it. One of which was an easy lesson to take: no mess would clean itself. He bent down and began removing the smaller shards of pottery, then searched for a larger to scoop the soil when ready. “Do you have a replacement for this?”

Alice was reluctant to let him pick up the pieces, but she also wasn’t in a hurry to miss out on the chance of tasting his latest batch of baked goods. She had a sweet tooth, and Sebastian always knew how to win her over. And besides, she has more then earned it. “Unfortunately no, and there is no time to wait for another so I’ll just have to use magic” It could be risky to use her magic outside of a coven, but that didn’t mean she was completely useless, more wary. “Happy customers happy business right?”

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im-og-en:

Silently pleased that she declined the candy bar, Imogen took another bite and smiled at the sweet taste of the chocolate and caramel. Nodding at her words, she swallowed before responding “my dad was skilled with potions, he taught me a lot” she remembered her youth when she would sit on the high chair by the kitchen counter and watch her dad chopping, grinding and mashing ingredients for the complicated tonics and brews he would sell, her young mind fascinated at how delicately his hands worked. 

“I grew up in a female witch commune. We had nothing but natural resources to get by” Not that Alice had ever known that there were other options out there for easier medicines, for that matter she didn’t know that people lived without the assistance of magic. “That’s why I like coming out to places like this to scavenge for my ingredients, it reminds me of those days and the start of it all. I miss the simplicity sometimes, never knowing that humans existed or that they hate us.”

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audreysong:

Tutting softly and shaking her head, Rey moved the larger pieces of pottery out of the way and dusted her hands off. “If you need help with heavy lifting, just let me know and I’ll get Vanessa to come and be your muscle. Not me, obviously. I wouldn’t risk my manicure” she laughed with a wink, bending down again and sifting through the soil to retrieve the other shards of pot. “How is married life treating him? I saw some photos of the wedding it looked gorgeous.” Rey hadn’t spoken much to the other man who ran the flower shop, only really visiting Alice when she had the chance. But they always exchanged polite smiles and pleasantries.

The small joke caught Alice completely by surprise, a half laugh and half sob escaping her lips. It was a much needed reaction from herself, clearly the whole situation had really affected her more than she had originally thought. She offers Rey an appreciative smile before gently grabbing onto her hands and moving them “Leave this job to my magic, don’t want to ruin that manicure.” Releasing her grip she waves a hand and the ceramic pieces begin to knit themselves back together, former cracks disappearing in the blink of an eye. “Oh he’s loving it, he keeps sending me pictures from all the safaris they’ve been on. The giraffes have been my favourite so far.”

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theinsurgcnt:

“Alice,” he offered in what almost seemed like a struggle of a kind tone to her. The glance to her face gave away that it was his patience for her stubborn nature.  “I heal the moment it would cut, unless you’ve got vervain in this thing. I’ll be fine. You won’t be if you fuck up your back carrying this shit. Let me help you, and stop arguing.”  His hand that wrapped around her own wrist was beyond gentle and he tried to give her a reassuring look, with a squeeze to match. He meant it.

She should have known that Kris wouldn’t stand for her stubborn attitude, just because more than not Esme would indulge her (despite the frustration) doesn’t mean that everyone else always would. Pursing her lips Alice reluctantly lets Kris continue on with the collection of the ceramic shards, having them all in one place may be less of a strain on her magic. “I might start lacing them with vervain for the future” She gives him a pointed look, but with a lighthearted smile as she begins checking over the plant that originally sat inside the pot. Not that she planned to be going around doing such heavy lifting in the future, Dexter would be returning shortly so she would no longer need to.

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fearsandfangs:

“I have to agree with you. We all have our distractions - hobbies or things that bring us joy. I paint and while its enjoyable for a time, I’m afraid that nothing beats interaction with another being.”  Shooting her a smile, he nodded. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Alice. I’m William…  and I believe that is my drink.” He responded, reaching toward the counter the moment they called his name. He’d unlikely drink it,  but the warmth was always nice. “I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to take the lead on this. I’m still rather unfamiliar with the town.”

“I have to admit, as much as I enjoy working with all the flowers I always appreciate a visit from Esme.” It only occurs to her then that though she had mentioned him a few times this poor stranger would have no idea who this Esme actually was. “Right sorry, I’m ahead of myself. Esme is my brand.” With slow steps Alice begins walking towards the entrance to the little coffee shop as William moves to collect his drink, waiting for him to rejoin her. Leading him out the door she begins walking up the street taking a long sip of her tea before turning to address him once more “So what kind of things do you paint? I’ve not seen that much in the way of art.”

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persephonebixby:

Her nose crinkled slightly as she stepped back, watching the pot take its original form. It reminded her completely of something from a fairytale, and was undoubtedly something she’d have to get used to - but until then, she’d have to keep the slight star struck expression from her face. “We’ve got a bit of extra soil inside.” She could have attempted to siphon a bit off the sidewalk, but processes soils were always more strenuous and difficult. “The tree should be fine. Let me just grab some soil and we can get the pot into the truck,  hm?”

Admittedly Alice had done very little to get to know her newest employee, it had all happened so close to the preparations for the wedding and then Dexter’s month long absence that she had been simply too busy to do so. She offers the other woman an apologetic smile, vowing to use this opportunity to change their relationship, before allowing Persephone to dismiss herself to go about her job. Alice went about doing other, minor, jobs while her employee gathered what she needs. Loading the truck bed with the last of the completed orders, those were much lighter and easier for her to handle.

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cxtheastrophic:

“Sounds really fancy, hope they’re enjoying it.” she chuckled at the look of surprise on the other’s face “ I meant no ill. I haven’t been here long and I’ve kind of kept it on the down low so I haven’t met many of your kind. Truth be told, you’re the first witch I actually came across. Heard about your kind– good and bad. Mostly good though.”

Though Alice had kept to strictly good magic for the past few years, circumstance meant that she hadn’t always been that way. “Well, I’m glad that I got the chance to be your first witch. Even so sometimes we aren’t enough to change the opinions of those who have heard things.” The need for a brand would attest to that.

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“IN JOY OR SADNESS FLOWERS ARE OUR CONSTANT FRIENDS”

an aesthetic 2/?

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dainagillespie:

“THEY’RE ANATOMY sketches.” He’d given the answer so many times before that it came out more automatic than not now. When the shadow loomed over his shoulder from his perch at the coffee shop…the usual table he haunted an hour before work, he answered without even glancing upward. Most people were unsettled seeing the human body open and detailed like that. Daina had been used to that since high school. Finally he gave an upward glance and a soft, though forced, smile. “Need something?”

This wasn’t something that was usual for Alice to do, but sometimes when she came across something that sparked her curiosity then she would have little control over her actions. Like staring over this person’s shoulder, completely forgetting all the proper rules of manners that Dexter had spent hours talking her through. It wasn’t her fault she had been raised in seclusion from humans for the majority of her life. “Sorry. Sorry...they just looked so interesting. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Did you draw them?” Though her question was directed straight at the other she couldn’t quite tear her eyes away from the paper on the table.

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icarianism:

There was a quick laugh. Ever since she started Alice in on the good comic book movies, she knew she had her down for the good ones. There was a scrunch of her nose, holding in the giggle and nodding.  “Yes. With the older movies. They added in a few scenes that are so different from the others. They also changed the scene with Han Solo at the cantina”

“What even is the point of that? Everybody will just get confused. Most people know how it should be, and then there are people who only know the other scenes. It’ll be chaos. What monster would do this?” Despite her horror at the news Alice couldn’t help but laugh along with Ruza, it was truly bizarre for her to be participating in the conversation when she never thought she’d ever have such knowledge.

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cxtheastrophic:

“Africa? Sounds pretty adventurous. Wish I could afford something like that one day– though, I’d probably take off to Vietnam instead.” Thea murmured, watching as the pot practically glued itself back together. “That was cool– ignore the stupidity of the question, but are you a witch or something?”

“They’ve been saving up for a while, the whole ceremony itself was incredibly extravagant” Upstaged by Esme, at least in her opinion. She casts her gaze back at the other woman, slightly taken aback by her comment, her whole life Alice had either lived surrounded by witches or in Echo where she could be free with her natural self. It was odd for her whenever someone didn’t find it natural. “I am, if you ever need some health potions I sell them here in the shop. All natural.”

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persephonebixby:

Persephone had huffed softly when her boss had insisted on carrying the plant pot alone. She hated to admit it, but she’d lurked in the back, waiting in case there was any need for her. It was the sound of the shattering ceramic that sent her hurrying out the door and onto the sidewalk. The sight put her in momentary pause before shuffling forward. “I did quite like that pot,” she murmured, walking over to the soil and carefully digging her fingers in to reach freshly sprouted roots. Only once she was certain that they were secured, she coaxed them fully into her grasp before standing. “Nothing a bit of new soil and pot wont fix. You’re lucky you have me, I’ve got a green thumb.” She teased.

“No time to be messing around like that, for this occasion I’ll make an exception” She offers her employee a soft smile, a thanks for her concern as well as her quick thinking. With a small wave of her hand the pot begins to knit itself back together, the cracks in the ceramic disappearing as the final form appeared. “Good job I’ve got your green thumb to hand, would you mind replanting the tree? Hopefully there is still enough soil.” Alice could have continued to use magic to complete the task but with no coven affiliation using too much magic was always a risk for her.

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fearsandfangs:

It reminded him of his own immortality. It was why he was so cautious as to who he turned - forever was a long time, and while others might not hold the same mindset, he would hate to be tied to anyone for eternity if they didn’t get along. “It would be dreadful, that much is certain.” He knew better then to give her any sympathy - it wasn’t something most people flourished in, so instead William nodded. “Then I am glad that you found this place and hope that you enjoy the freedom of making your own choices while here… as for accompanying me, I would be grateful.”

She offers an appreciate smile, both for not asking for more details and for the kind words that were more of a encouragement. Most people would concentrate on the now rather than her future. “I’d appreciate the company too, as wonderful as my flowers are they aren’t exactly the best company.” Taking a long sip from her cup she waits patiently by his side for his drink order to be called, “I’m Alice by the way, if you missed it when they called it out a little while ago.”

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bishopashbourne:

“WELL IT’S better than a loser, that’s for sure.” It always made him smile when people ordered whiskey. There was a small sense of self within the patron at that moment. It usually faded faster than it stayed but it made the more honest of his jobs seem worth it. When he returned to the woman it was with a glass of whiskey and the bottle itself…intentions to refill her beverage already there. “Bourbon is also for when you feel a little classy.”

Alice took the glass with great enthusiasm, cocking her eyebrow for a moment at the accompanying bottle left behind the bar. Though she couldn’t deny he was wrong. With a challenging glint in her eye, one normally reserved for Esme, she downs the glass in one as was her customary habit and places it down on the bar. “Just the whiskey for me.”

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theinsurgcnt:

He made the move to rush forward the moment he saw her struggling, wondering what the hell she was doing without asking for help. But he wasn’t there quick enough. Not that he was slow, mind you, but he managed to be just out of reach from her no matter how fast he moved. And yet seeing that distraught look on her face, the man knelt down and started helping to clean it up while she tried to get her wits about her.  “You will hurt yourself one day, Alice.”  He tried to sound nice about it, but it didn’t work so well.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you keep doing that with your hands” her words are soft, almost as if she had never said them, the shock still had it’s claws on her. “I don’t make a habit of carrying this stuff by myself, it’s normally Dexter’s job but he’s away on his honeymoon” reaching out she grabs Kris’ arm, gently pulling it back to stop him from cutting his hands “I’ll do that, with magic and then no one gets hurt.”

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cxtheastrophic:

“Honeymoon, huh?” Thea mused, sweeping the pieces of the broken pot together “Thought about, I don’t know, getting a temporary replacement?” she suggested “Might help lessen the damage and you can take care of the other things around the shop. When’s this guy supposed to come back?”

“They’re off backpacking through Africa, for a month I think. Not exactly what I imagine Amelia had in mind but it’s sounds pretty cool.” Alice dusts herself off from soil and ceramic bits, watching as her new helper swept up the bits. “I did but I stubbornly thought I’d handle it alone, and if in dire need I could ask my brand or his friend to lend a hand. I guess I should have done that today.” With a flick of her wrist the pot begins to slowly piece itself back together before the tree plants itself back inside just as it had been beforehand.