Ivelisse Grimhilde @fairestintheland - Tumblr Blog

basilbakerstreet:

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Basil was staring intently at the skyline. It was one of the most unlikely of crime scenes. A simple street. Proving the innocence of his client depended on what one could view at this angle from precisely the spot he was standing. He was crouched slightly to account for a nine-centimeter difference in height.

And then someone was in front of him. His eyes narrowed at the figure who’d not only blocked his line of vision but, more egregiously, interrupted his thought process.

“Excuse me. You’re in my way. Kindly step to the side.”

Ivelisse turned, looking at the man who she finally realized was there. “one sec. Beauty calls. ” she said using the reflection to finish applying her lip stick. With a smack she smiled, flipping her hair a bit and smiling at herself. “Mmm perfection no?” she mused turning to look at him. Expecting validation.

partofyourworldd:

Ivelisse was her best customer. She was always purchasing items that were unique and expensive and she gave Ariel quite the challenge in finding things she might like. “I’m so happy you like it. I bought it at an auction, along with a few other things, a very regal collection wouldn’t you say?”

The woman placed the mirror back in it’s box, closing the lid gently. “You’ve got an eye Ariel.” she smiled grabbing her check book from her bag. She knew it was a bit old school, but honestly, she just enjoyed feeling she got from writing a check. It made her feel...important. Well, mom important anyway.

partofyourworldd:

@fairestintheland

“Ms. Ivelisse!” Ariel greeted. “I hope you’ve been well, so lovely to see you. I think I have something you may like, I know how much you like unique pieces.” she said shuffling behind the counter before she finally pulled a velvet green box out that had been tied with a black bow. Opening the box top and pushing the box slightly forward so Ivelisse could see. “I thought of you when I saw it, it’s an antique hand held mirror, gold, red rubies around it.” @fairestintheland

Ivelisse wasn’t surprised that Ariel had found another piece for her. The girl was undoubtedly gifted at finding the most glorious oddities. It was why she was one of the few, who Ivel didn’t automatically become defensive with. After all, Ariel had practically decorated her bedroom at this point. “Oh it’s lovely Red.” She took the mirror out the box, fingers running over the delicate gold. “where on earth did you aquire it?”

likeashcwgirl:

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“Yeah, well, I wasn’t trying to open it, Wishbone,” Georgette retorted, gesturing toward the keyhole. A silver key protruded from the slot, although Georgette may or may not have been blocking view of it with her body. Something that she would never actually admit to now that it was in contention. “I know how doors work. The key is stuck and now I can’t lock it.”

“Wishbone? Well I’ve certainly been called worse things I suppose.” Ivelisse scoffed. And that was true. She had always tended to a bit well....upfront than the others in town. Like the time she judged the towns bake-off. That gotten her called many a names. “May I?” she asked gesturing to the door.

goldgrimm:

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Cas was taken aback by the question. It wasn’t something that he had expected her to say, but it also was a question his was ill prepared for. “Why do you think? You’re not very trusting, are you?” He tsked, clicking his teeth in disapproval. “I get to buy my savior a coffee and you get a coffee out of it. Unless you don’t want a coffee. Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who hates caffeine. I know it’s an addiction.” He raised his hands in defense. “But it’s better than a lot of other addictions. Could be worse, right?”

“I find most things are not free. And those that are always have a catch.” she raised an eyebrow. “not in the slightest.” It was True. Ivel (pronounced evil) had been victim to trusting only once in her life. she’d be sure to not make the mistake again. “very well.” she said with a nod, walking through the door. “ I'll have a mocha caramel latte-chino, made with skim milk, no whipped cream, put that in a grande cup but use the same amount of coffee that you'd put into a tall.” she spoke the order, not missing a beat.

mydarlingthimble:

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“Right.” Wendy sighed softly, nodding. “Sorry again…I’ll definitely try to pay more attention next time” she promised. “Woodland elves. It’s silly, really. I probably fell asleep reading fairytales again” She didn’t expect the other woman to understand, nobody really seemed to aside from Jane.

“Riiiiiiiight.” Ivelisse said with a nod as the girl said it was woodland elves. “well im sure your father is happy. Most girls who are distracted like this are normally obsessing over boys.” she raised an eyebrow. “Try to keep your head out of the enchanted forest?” she said with a soft smile. “I’ve only got one other outfit like this. Don’t want another coffee incident.”

goldgrimm:

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“Good catch.” Cas told the woman, moving his head to peer at the woman he had been waiting for. “What can I say? I really need my morning coffee.” It was a half-lie. As much as he liked coffee in the morning, it wasn’t the reason he had become stuck at the door. “I suppose I should thank you, so thank you. Let me buy you a coffee.”

Ivelisse looked at the man a moment. This was clearly some ploy to speak with her. And she wasn’t exactly the trusting type. “Why?” she asked him. She wasn’t even nice to him about it. “What do you get out of it?”

mydarlingthimble:

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“Oh no, your clothes” Wendy frowned, shaking her head. “I’ll reimburse you for them, I promise. I just…Well, I only have lunch money on me currently but, but I could get it to you by the end of the day! Perhaps if I took your number or something..” she suggested, unsure how else to make it right. This would blow most of her paycheck but it was the least that she could do, really. “It was pretty amazing…but that doesn’t make it okay that I was so distracted. I really am sorry”

Ivelisse waved her hand in the air. “I don’t want your money. Simply pay attention to where you are going from now on.” she sighed. “Oh was it? May I ask what was so amazing it had you on another planet?”

“You’re wasting your time,” Ivelisse drawled, watching someone pushing the coffee shop door when they should’ve been pulling. “Want to know why?” she asked, not waiting for them to answer before continuing, a cocky smile on her face. “Because you clearly can’t read.” The woman pointed to the sign, then pushed the door for them. “You’re welcome.”