Esther Linley

esther linley. virgo. 23. she/her. Chilling in the void. tarot card reader. witch. coffee lover. hospice carer. head in the clouds.

[estherlinley]

Esther stood at St. Michael’s square, not quite believing her eyes. Surely this wasn’t hell, but it didn’t seem like heaven either. She noticed someone standing behind her and turned around, “Oh, hello. I’m Esther, I don’t have any directions for you as I have no idea where I am, but…well I’m sensing that all this isn’t hell at least.”

[myra-zya-blog]

Myra looked at the woman standing in front of her, she seemed lost, but then again, Myra herself was lost. “Hi Esther, I’m Myra. I’m not all too sure what this place is either, but it is definitely way too nice to be hell.” Myra walked up to Esther and stuck out her hand for her to shake. “Well, whatever this place is, I’m sure we’ll have a blast.”   

[estherlinley]

Esther couldn’t help but grin at the girl. Her bubbly energy radiated off her in waves, enough to make Esther smile wide. “Myra,” she sounded out the name slowly, “very pretty.” 

Then her smile faltered. “Yeah. A blast.” It dawned on Esther then, she was dead. Irrevocably so. Stuck here, wherever here was. 

[estherlinley]

Esther stood at St. Michael’s square, not quite believing her eyes. Surely this wasn’t hell, but it didn’t seem like heaven either. She noticed someone standing behind her and turned around, “Oh, hello. I’m Esther, I don’t have any directions for you as I have no idea where I am, but…well I’m sensing that all this isn’t hell at least.”

[alanawalker]

“Esther,” Alana repeated back, offering her hand to shake reflexively. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Her voice was a little stilted, erring on the side of formality- as if to seek refuge in the practicality of carefully scripted out conversations. “Alana Walker,” she said, introducing herself in turn.

The mention of hell threw her off visibly- Alana blinking for a few moments, owl eyed. “Dead, then?” She asked, voice pitching up in a little tinge of disbelief. “…Well, at least student loans can’t chase you through to the afterlife, even if bankruptcy doesn’t dissolve them,” she quipped. “Suppose we ought to go ahead and look for some sort of signage, get our bearings.” 

[estherlinley]

Esther looked at the pretty blonde in front of her, she felt the urge to reach out and twirl a lock of Alana’s hair. Hm, this one’s not human, she thought, thinking idly about how a strand of the girl’s hair would make for a lovely hex potion. 

Realizing she was staring, she smiled warmly and nodded along with Alana’s words, “I think I saw a coffee shop in the distance. Who knew death included caffeine?” 

[janinesabathier-deactivated2020]

There was something...off about some of the people around here. Aesthetic-wise. She hadn’t spoken to anyone yet, so Janine wasn’t sure if it carried on to how they acted but it was a little unnerving.

Where was she, anyway? Didn’t she just, well, drown?

She gave in. Janine approached the nearest person she could and tried formulating a question: “I’m sorry - you might be as confused as I am - am I supposed to be here?”

[estherlinley]

Esther regarded the woman in front of her, dressed a little awkwardly--like a character from a period drama. The woman had a bewildered expression, matching the open mouthed frown Esther had been wearing. 

She tried not to laugh at the woman’s question. The situation was far from funny, and she had no way of knowing for certain if the other woman was dead as well, so she simply responded, “I don’t know if anyone is supposed to be here, not sure if that’s how the after-life works, darling.” 

[janinesabathier-deactivated2020]

Oh. Oh of course.

“I suspected as much.” She said to the woman - her hair tragically lacking volume, and her way of dressing so muted, perhaps that was the uniform here. “But - never really thought much about it before, you know, not even-“ perhaps this woman didn’t need to know about her sister just yet.

“That reminds me...” Janine asked her. “Does that mean - that everyone who’s ever died is here somewhere?”

[estherlinley]

Hmm...her mind trailed off. Her blue eyes glazed over as her mind drifted towards Peter. Yes, that was a very good question indeed; was this the true after life? Did every dead soul end up here? Or was it just a select few?

“I can’t say for sure,” Esther said softly, she worried if she spoke any louder the grief would show in her voice. “But, no offence, you’re a far cry from Grandma Cohen who I thought would be greeting me in the afterlife. Guess that means we’re in...limbo?”

[janinesabathier-deactivated2020]

There was something...off about some of the people around here. Aesthetic-wise. She hadn’t spoken to anyone yet, so Janine wasn’t sure if it carried on to how they acted but it was a little unnerving.

Where was she, anyway? Didn’t she just, well, drown?

She gave in. Janine approached the nearest person she could and tried formulating a question: “I’m sorry - you might be as confused as I am - am I supposed to be here?”

[estherlinley]

Esther regarded the woman in front of her, dressed a little awkwardly--like a character from a period drama. The woman had a bewildered expression, matching the open mouthed frown Esther had been wearing. 

She tried not to laugh at the woman’s question. The situation was far from funny, and she had no way of knowing for certain if the other woman was dead as well, so she simply responded, “I don’t know if anyone is supposed to be here, not sure if that’s how the after-life works, darling.” 

[estherlinley]

Esther stood at St. Michael’s square, not quite believing her eyes. Surely this wasn’t hell, but it didn’t seem like heaven either. She noticed someone standing behind her and turned around, “Oh, hello. I’m Esther, I don’t have any directions for you as I have no idea where I am, but...well I’m sensing that all this isn’t hell at least.”

[silver-tongued-supreme]

Hey there! Are these your puppies? Because if not I’m taking em

[estherlinley]

Esther stood for a moment with both eyebrows raised, before taking another step towards the man covered in puppies, “Poor things. Someone must have left them here.” She looked up from the little critters into the man’s eyes, “They seem to like you.” 

[middlehollow]

Hello? Where am I?

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