𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦

or do you not think so far ahead? 'cause i've been thinkin 'bout forever

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enchantedrcses‌:

Cierra was embarrassed, having mistaken the back of her head for someone else. “Sorry, you look just like a customer I have. She has gotten about sixteen different tattoos. I am convinced she is only making appointment so she can see me. It’s flattering, but she is running out of room on her arm.” She looked at the person’s arm. “Clearly, that is not you.”

She laughed, to relieve the tension of the moment, extending her hand in an old fashioned way. “I am Cierra by the way. Sorry for accosting you like this.”

                     a quick glance down at her own bare arms, and minnie began to laugh softly. she had no ( visible ) tattoos whatsoever, so she was still a little confused as to why this woman had approached her in the first place. she wasn’t one to say no to company, however, and was eager to take the stranger’s extended hand in her own to give it a soft shake.

                     “ minevra, or minnie. whichever you prefer. ” she beams, looks up to meet cierra’s eyes. “ and i’d say accosting is a bit of a harsh word. all is forgiven. ”

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ofxbeasts‌:

adam wasn’t usually in the habit of rising early in the morning.  he was great at staying tucked away inside the manor, and as the days when on he seemed to have fewer reasons to go out at all.  so, he slept until noon, read in his library or lifted weights in his gym to occupy his mind.  then he’d eat his prepared meal, sleep, and start the cycle all over again. anyone who worked for him knew this, so when he smelled crackling bacon and popped an eye open to read the time he was nothing but confused.  he lazily pulled himself out of bed and cautiously made his way through the winding hallways of the manor and down the grand staircase.  he couldn’t help but notice the amount of light that was shining onto the floor, he held his arm up to block the rays from his face as he peaked into the empty living room.

he moved across the hall to check the kitchen.  he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the familiar colorful figure standing over the stove, her back to him. as she worked her magic.  of course- there was no way she could really be standing in his house- she was in england and had been for about a year.  “minnie?” he asked tentatively, taking a few steps toward her.

                     adam’s voice startled her slightly, eyes drifting back over to the clock hanging on the wall. he normally wouldn’t be up this early unless dragged kicking and screaming --- though it was possible the noise woke him up. a soft smile played on her lips as she turned around to greet him, only growing on her face when she finally took the sight of him in. despite how often they talked ( minnie had a tendency of guilting him into hours-long facetime calls every few days ) it wasn’t the same as actually seeing him in person. if there was anything minnie could say she missed the most about apple peak it was the company of her best friend.

                     “ hello !! surprise !! ” she opened her arms, walking over and pulling him into a hug. there was a small part of her that worried he may be annoyed, considering how early it was and the fact that she arrived unannounced, but she tried to ignore it. she looked up at him, still smiling brightly.

                     “ i figured i’d come for a visit, considering everything that’s been going on for you lately. ”

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enchantedrcses‌:

Cierra looked down at the flowers in her hands. It had been a long time since anyone had bought flowers for her. It didn’t matter that she didn’t exactly know who had delivered them to the Needle Point. She just felt flattered. Cierra didn’t really need an answer. It put her in such a good mood, she decided to walk by the flower festival. That was when she noticed a familiar face. She walked up to them and pointed at the flowers. “So, are these a gift from you or do I owe the honor to someone else?”

                     “ me ? ”

                     minnie looked at the woman with a confused expression on her face, one finger pointing to herself. the flowers were lovely, certainly. and the stranger seemed lovely as well, but minnie had never met her before. in fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen her around either, which was uncommon in a town as small as apple peak. 

                     “ i’m sorry, you must have me mixed up with somebody else. as much as i would have loved to have sent you a bouquet that beautiful i’ve...never met you before.”

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closed starter for @ofxbeasts

                    in most cases minnie would think it rude to show up to somebody’s house uninvited. she had been raised much more proper than that, and even with her and adam’s closeness taken into consideration she was certain if her parents knew she was simply showing up at his house they would be disappointed. the uber driver had been more than slightly confused at the sight of her multiple suitcases, and even more stunned when he pulled up to the dier mansion. a quiet you live here ? from him sent her into a fit of soft giggles as she paid him. during her multiple tenures in apple peak she may as well have lived there --- it wasn’t like she spent much time at her own place when adam’s was an option. 

                     the familiar face of adam’s butler was taken in warmly, and while she insisted on bringing in her own suitcases he wouldn’t let her. rather than argue she figured she could do something useful and decided to instead begin working on breakfast. what better way to surprise her best friend than with not only her presence but breakfast as well ? she took a peek down at her phone screen, which blinked 9:47 at her. perfect. she flung open the curtains in the living room and the kitchen before getting to work on making food.

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serlyon‌:

         ❝  hey , do you want this ? ❞ arm extends , offering up a brown pastry bag. ❝ it’s a chocolate chip muffin. i don’t know why they gave me an extra - - probably because i’m not a little demon during the morning rush , but still. i don’t really need two muffins , & i’m not big on food waste so … ❞ she waves the bag a bit , smiling at her companion hopefully. ❝  here. happy thursday ! ❞

                     she’s more than pleased to accept the muffin --- pastries being among some of her favourite things in the world. she shifts her coffee into the same hand she’s using to hold her groceries, using her now free one to gently take the bag from the other woman.

                     “ oh, thank you so much !! ” a smile beams brightly on her face. “ you must be the most pleasant out of the bunch for them to give you a free muffin. i need a bit of that magic. ”