i had wings once

[chelsea-katz]

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Chelsea laughed genuinely. "Yeah, swankier's just about right." She did pride herself in always choosing the right words. The benefits of being a well-read journalist, she supposed. "So, what charms have you found here so far?" she asked Myra. "Any new ones, or any you might recognize?" She was truly curious to know what life was like for someone like her interloper. Besides, she was looking forward getting a better feel of what Mra was like, beyond the cool mysterious façade she put on. As far as she woud let her Chelsea get a peek, of course.

Once the drink was set in front of her, Chelsea took a generous gulp, eyes firmly fixed on Myra, silently assessing just which questions the elegant woman would be more likely to answer truthfully.

"To trying everything once," she nodded, and raised her glass. "Chin-chin."

[magnificentmyra]

Myra considered her question carefully, wondering just how she ought to play this out. Chelsea was clearly extroverted, strong willed, enjoyed a strong drink... Perhaps flattery was her best way in. "Well, there is one rather charming redhead here. In fact, you may even know her." She raised her glass silently, grimacing as the wine touched her lips. It was hardly up to code but needs must. Myra set the glass down, turning her full attention back to Chelsea.

"Truthfully, I'm more or less like a fish out of water here. I do enjoy the music, that much I'm willing to admit, but the decor does leave something to be desired. Are you more comfortable here than somewhere more... upscale?" Myra moved to pick her glass back up before thinking better for it. "Or can you adapt to any situation?"

[guinevere--bach]

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"Ah, right. I forgot, Lemures," Guinevere corrected herself, truly unable, no matter how hard she tried, to repress a little smile. "It has been a while, has it not?" And Myra could take that in whatever way she wished.

Feigning a certain level of demureness, she looked down at her glass, gently swirling the wine around. She hadn't lied. It had been a while indeed, and truly, Guinevere hadn't been thinking much about Myra lately. They rarely crossed paths, funnily enough. Both had better things to do than to seek each other out, reopen old wounds. Wounds that Guinevere would have to admit to causing.

In the end, though, if Guinevere had ever thought of Myra recently, it had to be said --it would be in comparison to Lady. Their similarities, their differences. All she remembered, and all she was discovering.

"Don't I know that," she chuckled politely. "What have you been up to recently? If you don't mind me asking, of course." Guinevere's voice was soft, almost gentle. But not quite.

[magnificentmyra]

"You forgot," Myra repeated softly, a whisper almost. She refused to take the bait, standing up straighter and schooling her face into neutrality. If she had learned anything about Guinvere Bach, it was that she would exploit even a crack in your demeanor. At least, that's what it felt like as she looked at her now. Myra had no desire to rehash the past - a lie, of course - and instead she pressed her lips together as if that could hold back every unsaid word. "Too long, then."

Myra wanted to look away from her but it was proving impossible. Guin had always been so beautiful... like a marble statue, carved with great care. A work of art. Cold. Not entirely unlike Myra herself, but deep down Myra wasn't like that at all. No, she burned. Myra couldn't believe that she was stuck here, making small talk with her, but what else could she do? There was no running. Not to mention her wife was here, too.

"I don't mind," she said at last. "I'm very busy with work at the university mainly but I've been dabbling with consultancy. There is so much history out there to preserve and texts to decode, you just never know what you're going to unearth next. What have you been busying yourself with? Besides your darling wife."

[annaarendelle26]

"You're right," Anna agreed. "I can be a picky eater and sour apple would be so gross to me. While orange isn't the best flavor still, I do prefer overly sweet!" The feeling of the pinch went away and Anna came back to her senses. 'Remember what you learned at work,' she thought. 'You have to make eye contact.' Anna's gaze shifted to the space between the woman's eyes to appear that she was making eye contact with the woman. "I think it's working," she commented, her face lighting up with a smile. "I'm feeling better already!"

[magnificentmyra]

Myra summoned all of her will power not to respond with a dismissive 'riveting'. No one was paying her to be nice right now so you can imagine how much of it a burden it all was. "Oh? I imagine you must have a 'best flavour' in mind then?" Myra couldn't help a slight smile passing her lips at the way Anna was clearly trying so hard. "Well, that's a comfort. I'm sure the good people of Redwood Hollow thank you for your donation. It is a good cause after all."

[imattractedtopower]

"I hope so," Mirage replied coolly, leading her through the hall to the open-plan living space. It was immaculate and chic, un-homely for some. But at least there were wine glasses.

She kept the side of her eye on Myra, for no reason other than... well... Mirage, too, waited for the penny to drop. There was always businesses to discuss, wasn't there? Mirage hoped, at least, that she wasn't being sent for in this instance. That this was simply conversation.

Setting the wine glasses between them, Mirage made haste on uncorking the bottle and pouring them a drink.

"Luckily I've always been excellent at walking in heels," she replied, joking. "I'm sure the mess wasn't intentional, but... what do you make of it?"

[magnificentmyra]

Myra watched her hands as she uncorked the bottle, pressing her lips together before she looked back up. Everything about Mirage was so perfectly crafted. Every move, every word. She had never known someone so capable and in control of herself. Myra reached for her glass, chuckling at Mirage's joke before taking a slow sip.

"I'm sure there isn't anything you can't handle," she said with a small smile. "Well, I do believe in the end goal. There was always the chance of collateral damage, that's fine, but I wonder if... perhaps everything has gotten out of his hands. I'm sure it's all temporary and there won't be any rash reactions, but I can't help but-," she took another sip, setting her glass down, "Wonder."

Myra then added, "Powerful men always think they're the smartest person in the room, especially when they're not."

[chelsea-katz]

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Chelsea turned around immediately, perking up at the mere mention of someone buying her a drink. She was having fun already, but this night would become a lot more interesting... And it just kept getting better and better. "'Can' you? My dearest Miss Lemures, is there anything you can't do?" she grinned so big her cheeks hurt a little.

Myra Lemures was one of those big Redwood Hollow personalities she was dying to get a good interview out of. Not part of the Three Big B's, but quite close, and just as fascinating, what with her level of secrecy. Now, this might not be the most ideal circumstances for an interview... But Chelsea would take what she could get.

"May I ask, what is a fine lady like you doing in a place like this? Thought you'd be the sort to frequent swankier spots... Not that this isn't nice and cozy, of course." Chelsea chuckled.

[magnificentmyra]

"I'm yet to find out," she replied with a wry chuckle, gesturing to the bartender to pour Chelsea another glass of whatever she was drinking. For herself, she risked a very dry white wine. The things she did for that dreadful man and his grand plans... Myra returned her attention to Chelsea and couldn't help noticing just how much she was noticing. Journalists. Even out of the office, she clearly never turned it off. Myra reminded herself that she was here to probe around, too. If she wanted Chelsea to relax around her, she couldn't be quite so closed off as usual.

"Nice and cozy... That is one way to put. I suppose I was looking for a change of scenery as I am often somewhere - how did you put it? - swankier. I'm sure this place has its charms and I'm willing to look out for them," she added with a very slight smile. Thankfully, at that point, both of their glasses were set down in front of them.

Myra tried not to eye the wine with such disdain and instead turned back Chelsea, glass in hand. "To new experiences?"

[annaarendelle26]

"Oh good," Anna said, looking over in Myra's direction and nodding her head. "I think I have a really poor tolerance for pain." She took a deep breath. "You're right," Anna replied and looked down at the candy in her hand. "At least I got this lollipop." She took the wrapper off and put the candy in her mouth. "I should be okay soon," Anna mumbled. "Ooh, this lollipop is orange flavored!"

[magnificentmyra]

Myra normally had a really poor tolerance for chirpy people. She took calming breath, though, as Anna went on. It was nice, she supposed, in a naive sort of way. "Well, there you go. Isn't the day looking up already? A good thing you didn't end up with sour apple."

[guinevere--bach]

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The figure that began talking beside her, clad in a black veil, did somewhat startle Guinevere at first --before she recognized that voice. "Oh... Yes, Ms Lemure, I suppose that is what we elected our mayor for."

To care. But caring and actually doing something were completely different things. Guinevere knew all about it. Trying her best not to fix her eyes on Myra's lace veil, no matter how much she wanted to try to see the outline of her face through it, Guinevere had another sip of wine.

"I'm afraid my peace of mind is a tad more expensive than that," she argued. "But I assume my darling wife probably isn't too concerned with it. If she has been, she hasn't shared it with me." Guinevere shot Myra a glance out of the corner of her eye. "What about you? How's your peace of mind?"

[magnificentmyra]

"Ms Lemures, is it?" Myra hadn't meant to say it, the words clawing their way out before she could stop them. Her own hurt feelings were hardly important right now and she hated to think that Guinevere still had any power over her. They had been so intimate once, a mistake that Myra shouldn't have made again, but she did.

And here Guin was again, choosing someone who was a better match, a more suitable match. It didn't matter, truly. Myra had long since moved past whatever they had once. She had long since learned her lesson. At least, that's what she told herself as she looked over at her now and her heart gave a terrible squeeze in her chest.

"Of course it is," she mused. Myra was sure Lady would have no problem handling herself - protecting herself - from whatever may happened tonight. Whether or not she would survive Guin, was another story, Myra was sure. "Well, I'm sure she would. Isn't that in the vows? My peace of mind is fully satiated, thank you. I can handle myself, no matter what this town throws my way."

[magnificentmyra]

Myra detested feelings of nostalgia. Unfortunately, last night, they had won against her better judgement. She had carefully unfolded the one photo she hadn't burned of her childhood best friend (her person, her... 'what if') and foolishly left it under a pile of text books on her desk. It had been late, she had let it slip her mind. In the harsh light of day, she had been caught up with lectures, meetings, and ignoring calls from Mr B's office. The last thing she expected to see when she finally returned to her office was her.

Rose Bryar.

Very little ever took her by surprise anymore but this... Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her with that photo. After all, it was a photo of her father. Myra had carefully avoided Rose for a million different reasons, this was a very painful one. Clearing her throat at last, she held a carefully controlled expression of neutrality. "Stumbled into the wrong room, have you, dear?" @beyondthebriars

[magnificentmyra]

How do you show your love for others?

"That is not a mistake I'd be willing to make let alone divulge."

[magnificentmyra]

Have you ever sent "sexy" pictures to a partner?

"My, my, we are feeling rather brave today... aren't we?" Myra doesn't 'send nudes'. She lavishes on a chaise lounge draped in tasteful faux furs while someone re-creates her NSFW image in oil paints.

[nathaliekclley]

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[guinevere--bach]

Town Hall was quite nicely decorated for the occasion, which surprised Guinevere, who usually believed these holidays were just an excuse the town had to be especially tacky. Well --she couldn't really talk about tacky, could she? In a long blood-red dress, black boots and a black shawl, ornamented with her small silver and diamond jewelry and a simple, discrete tiara, she had acquiesced and told everyone who asked that she was a vampire queen. Still, she would have preferred not to wear a costume at all.

"This amount of security seems excessive," Guinevere said out loud with a little sigh. "Considering the man behind the poisonings has already been apprehended." She had a sip of wine. "... And even if we were in some sort of danger... I don't think metal detectors and more guards will change that." She knew that, if she wanted to poison someone, she would be much more subtle about it.

[magnificentmyra]

Guinevere Bach was a wound that would not easily heal. Myra knew better than most that 'time' was not a magical cure all. At least, not when it came to burns like this. In any case, she was grateful for the overly dramatic, black, lace veil shielding her face from view. Her eyes bore into Guinevere's and her cheeks flushed with conflicting feelings. When she did speak, however, her voice was perfectly measured. Neutral. "Our beloved Mayor is only showing how much he cares," she smiled, tight-lipped and out of sight. "It's a small price for peace of mind, don't you think? If not for yourself, then your darling wife."

[magnificentmyra]

happiestevent15 >>>> myra as 'the woman in black'

[annaarendelle26]

Anna left the room after donating blood, holding on to her newly bandaged arm. She heard someone ask a question. Even if it wasn't directed towards her, Anna was going to answer anyways. "Yeah, it is for a good cause," she replied without making eye contact. "Be prepared, it's not pleasant!"

[magnificentmyra]

Myra raised a brow while Anna Arendelle looked everywhere but directly at her. Poor lamb. "Well, I thank you for your concern, that's very sweet. Not to worry, I've certainly endured worse things. At least this one can be soothed by a lollipop. Are you alright, though, dear?"

[magnificentmyra]

Myra loathed to be here at this blood drive. Even if it wasn't so unbearably kitsch - Drac, really - she had to fight every moment not to roll her eyes at how on the nose Borovsky was. Plastering on an uncharacteristic smile, she said, "It's for such a good cause, isn't it?" @happieststarters

[magnificentmyra]

[magnificentmyra]

How sweet.