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joné malena reyes cruz. immortal. personification of friday. // written by brenda. affiliated with calendaresques

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corbeaution​

it was hardly a particularly difficult endeavour to convince frédéric to try out new food; he might not be always hungry the way his ‘cousin’ was, but food was one of the things that made him always feel adventurous — and finding the street food was a lot less dangerous than some of his previous antics to obtain rare ingredients. ‘ ‘ you think we can get curry? ’ ’ he mused aloud, offering her his arm. his parents and his teachers were long gone, but the manners they had sought to instill in him were still alive. not that it was hard to offer his arm to a woman as beautiful as joné. quite the opposite.

‘ ‘ i was on the campus last week, actually, ’ ’ he continued as he angled his head to figure out another light construction. without much success— whatever the artist had wanted to express with the rain of light, he could not see it. maybe it was just supposed to be pretty and he was trying to see a deeper meaning where there was none. ‘ ‘ i accidentally put a book into storage and needed to look something up, so i consulted the library. ran into a familiar face, actually. maybe we can sneak onto a roof for the best view? ’ ’

“ roof top curry. I think i know a building we can try “ Joné grinned. 

That kind of suggestion was just what she wanted to hear. It was cool and romantic at the same time. Fred was becoming more and more dreamy each time he spoke. Oh god, was she falling in love? That thought was accompanied by some trepidation. It had never ended well, but it always did end. Joné was quick to push these thoughts back into a corner of her mind where they belonged. She was having a dreamy date, damn it! No bad juju allowed.  

Joné looked at the light art because Fred seemed fixated on it, but couldn’t for the life of her make out why that might be. It looked dull. She had never been one to enjoy modern art when it wasn’t graffiti or pop art but perhaps Fred liked it? She kind of hoped not.  

“ That light thing would be so much better in neon and black light. Club style. But i’m probably biased. “ she added thoughtfully

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corbeaution​:

watching the happy faces around him, frédéric was almost sure that he had pinpointed what it was that drawn freya to this city in the first place. there was a charm only smaller cities could radiate, and whatever it was called, new haven had plenty of it. it helped, of course, that new haven certainly had plenty of charming people — such as the one who was walking next to him.

‘‘ freya texted me, earlier, ’’ he said as he slowed his pace to properly look at the blue orbs that were rising and falling slowly as they dyed everything in a shade akin to sapphires. ‘‘ apparently, there’s music on the campus and, if i recall the newspaper article correctly, streetfood a quarter away from here. ’’

it had been a long time since he had actually gone to one of the festivities a city he lived in offered. all too often, it had turned out to be a tourist trap, but this did not have the feeling. for that, he was glad — he doubted that he could have successfully pretended to enjoy something that was tailored towards tourists. and he did not want to pretend. he wanted to have a good time, he wanted that joné had fun, too.

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Joné was in an especially giddy mood today which was in large part to the handsome company she had right now. Sure, she had not really doubted her ability to score a date with the charming confectioner but she hadn’t been as excited about a date in quite some time. Fred just offered so many things she liked in one package. Charm, looks, fun, pastries - what more could a girl want? Luckily, they had hit it off good as soon as he had come to the restaurant 

Jone giggled contently as she followed Fred to look at the orbs with a hop to her step and stood as close to him as she could. 

“ yeah! I love street food stalls. They always have interesting stuff. We should grab some and head over to the campus for some well deserved party. Have you been to the campus before?“ 

Jone took a step back to lightly tug on his sleeve and give him a puppy eyed look.  

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corbeaution‌.

‘‘ see, that’s why i prefer asking the locals instead of relying on the internet, ’’ he said with a deep sigh. he  was  eternally grateful for its invention, of course, if only because it had made it obsolete for him to get out of bed to get his hands on the newest news, but he knew that ultimately, all he could find there was biased. ‘‘ i do like to dance as long as i don’t hate the music, ’’ he added with a shrug. for the most part, he lived life thinking  why not?  and while it occasionally got him into trouble, it also made for a lot of fun. ‘‘ if you vouch for your friend’s dj, i may just have to check out the agrippina. ’’

“ He’s good. as is the barkeeper. I’m a regular there so if you do check it out, there’s a good chance we’ll meet “ she smiled “ you’re right not go go off of google reviews or something. I’ve been to clubs since their invention. I have a resume. “

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corbeaution‌.

‘‘ see, that’s why i prefer asking the locals instead of relying on the internet, ’’ he said with a deep sigh. he  was  eternally grateful for its invention, of course, if only because it had made it obsolete for him to get out of bed to get his hands on the newest news, but he knew that ultimately, all he could find there was biased. ‘‘ i do like to dance as long as i don’t hate the music, ’’ he added with a shrug. for the most part, he lived life thinking  why not?  and while it occasionally got him into trouble, it also made for a lot of fun. ‘‘ if you vouch for your friend’s dj, i may just have to check out the agrippina. ’’

“ He’s good. As is the barkeeper. I’m a regular there, so if you do check it out, there’s a good chance we’ll meet. “  she smiled. “ you’re right no to listen to google reviews or something. I’ve been to clubs since their invention. I have a resume. “

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corbeaution‌.

‘‘ freya, putting her cards on the table and giving up all her mystique? perish the thought. ’’ he grinned, throwing a glance over his shoulder to make sure that his aunt was still in the kitchen, going over the finer details of the new kitchen hierarchy with the more … seasoned staff. eh, that would take some time and he was having fun. ‘‘ where  does  a girl — or a guy, in my case — go to have fun in this city, anyway? ’’

“ I know. “ jone followed his eyes to the kitchen area.no sign of the boss, thankfully. it wouldn’t do to be caught flirting with the new guy. “  definitely The Agripina. It’s a disco, owned by a friend of mine so i get privileges. And it has a great event program. If you’re not much into loud music and dancing, i know tons of cool bars. But i think you do like to dance too. “. 

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corbeaution‌.

‘‘ all right — she didn’t tell me that  others  were working here, too. ’’ deep breaths, frédéric, deep breaths. he could have suspected something, this was not the first sudden surprise he ran into when dealing with his aunt. or cousin. female relative. ‘‘ so if freya  isn’t  your type and it must break her heart to hear that, what  is? ’’

“ i din’t know either. your aunt doesn’t lay her cards on the table like ever. “ oh so they were flirting now. she liked this guy more and more. “ as for my type.. well. i like em tall and kinda crazy. They gotta keep up with me, and you know, a girl’s gotta have fun. “ 

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corbeaution‌.

he  almost  corrected her, almost said that while the rosen name could not be found in history books, the de gourgue name  could.  however, just like freya, he was not entirely on board with what had become of the family in the past centuries. ‘‘ why would i lie about something like this? i  know  that she’s the prettier one, but c’mon, there  is  a family resemblance, ’’ he shrugged.

“ just checkin. So you are as immortal as the boss. Again, welcome aboard. And i guess as far as being pretty goes, i don’t know; she’s not my type. “

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corbeaution‌.

‘‘ a lot of awkward family dinners, honestly. she’s my cousin. ’’

“ the rosens are so old they could appear in history books. The name’s only not immortal on paper. Are you really her cousin? “ 

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corbeaution‌.

‘‘ freya  not  having high standards would be a surprise — and yes, i don’t like to brag … but she wouldn’t have hired me if i was some hack. ’’ well, this was almost exactly what he had said that had goaded freya into recruiting him for the restaurant in the first place. ‘‘ and her chewing me out wouldn’t be anything new either. ’’  quite the opposite.

“ wait, you’re on first name basis? Where do you know the boss from? “

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corbeaution‌.

‘‘ the pleasure’s all mine. and yes, i suppose we will. ’’ he could not help but  grin,  shaking his head. ‘‘ wish i could say i never heard that one before, really. and thanks — anyone i should avoid? ’’

“ It’s too obvious, i know. And we’re a fine crew here. There’s no bad eggs among us or the customers. The boss can be icy when she’s had a bad day and she’ll definitely chew you if she thinks you messed up. But what’re you gonna do about it? She’s the boss. “ jone gave a shrug. “ If she hired you, your desserts must be downright devine. She has high standards. “  

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corbeaution‌.

‘‘ frédéric, but most call me fred. i’m the new pâtissier. ’’  and  their boss’ alleged cousin, but he was  not  going to draw unnecessary attention to that. ‘‘ there, joné, let me get that. ’’

“ Frédéric.. nice to meet you. So we’re working together from now on? Sweet..” Jone grinned before lightly shaking her head “ Excuse the dumb pun. Welcome to the family. ”

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corbeaution‌:

‘‘ —i apologise, ms … cruz, was it? i had the sun in my eyes and didn’t see the tray … here, let me pick this up. ’’

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“ Aw thanks, how kind of you. No worries, its no big deal. But please call me Jone. Whats your name? “

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The Poison

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hiemaliis‌.

it was almost … laughable. everyone knew that freya was the one who dealt in future, who was more plan stacked on top of another plan than witch. freya was the one who knew the rules of the game, and how to play by them while still getting what she wanted. until fay had met her roommate, she had thought that  she  was organised, but freya had proven how much of a fool she had been; how could anyone call themselves organised when freya existed? with all her neatly ordered notes? with all the knowledge that seemed trivial at first glance, tucked away in her brain? once, fay had seen freya out-argue a teacher on the topic of school rules. it had been the moment when she had realised that she did not ever want to play against her.

“ you’d be surprised just how well char and freya … are acquainted, ” fay muttered under her breath before she reached for the letter in her pocket. “ and you’ll need to have to talk to freya — everyone knows that potions aren’t my forte but hers. so if someone knows about ingredients, it’s her. ”

it was not like fay herself had much of use for cosmetics. her skin never quite lost its sickly paleness, her face was always a little gaunt. potions, frequently taken under the school healer’s watchful gaze, kept her from actually falling ill, but she was never perfectly healthy either. and even if it was not for that, her future had been mapped out for a long time, there was no one she had to — impress. but others, and she thought of freya who liked to go … birdwatching and charlotte who was a little bit of a flirt when she was not being mean, they would have use for this.

“ i agree that there’s a market, ” she said with a soft sigh as she regarded the messy notebook. or well, it was likely organised, simply not in a manner that would many much sense to her. “ i personally do not have any … interest in cosmetics, but i do know — enough young witches who’d like to feel a bit more sophisticated. and the existing products don’t really care about young witches to begin with. so there’s a cake, and i’d surely like my slice of it. ”

and any knut that she did not have to get with her aunt’s permission was a knut she — well, if something or someone would give her a reason, a good and valid reason, to break with all the traditions that had been beaten into her head since she had been a child, she would need money, because her inheritance  was  still managed by a woman and a man who would sue her for some mundane reason and who would drag out the following trial.

Jone frowned at this. She had hoped she could get everything in one package from Hunter. The lab, ingredients, publicity. but that was apparently too much to hope for. Like this, she would probably need to spread her profits across more people than she liked. But some profit was better than no profit. It just meant she needed to sell more. maybe take on some extra jobs if time and money ran short at some point.She needed to have her funds collected by the end of her school career. 

“ Its good to hear that you’re interested in a partnership. Thank you, Hunter. If Charlotte would put me in contact with Rosen, that would be great because i obviously need to secure supplies before i set up a lab.” 

Jone replied awkwardly waving her notebook around. 

“I could get back to you once i secured a deal for the ingredients.”

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autumnfated‌.

❛ i  chose  not to make a different call, a long time ago, ❜ the redhead said with a light scoff. it was odd how people seemed to forget that she had had an option, once, an option she had  denied  herself. auburn groaned as she tapped pale fingers against the glass surface of her desk. this was no conversation she wanted to have,  ever,  especially since she sincerely doubted that it was actually about her. the time when people could have influenced her had ended a long time ago — she was too stubborn, too set on walking her path to its end.

she shrugged,  forcing  herself  to maintain a calm and composed air, something that was usually an advantage during difficult conversations, despite the risks it carried — the risk of being seen as too cold. ❛ and i think that when i refused to make a different choice, i forfeited my right to complain, too, ❜ she added, twirling a pen between her fingers now. ❛ i don’t want to die, should that  really  be a concern you have, but i find the hero life to be … quite rewarding. rewarding enough to take the occasional risk. ❜ for obvious reasons she would hardly disclose in this office.

“ Oh that just sounds plain stupid. Rewarding? With what? Gratitude ? That’s meaningless. Especially measured against stakes like that. And why would you need a right for complaining? Shit happens, cue the complaints, then change the shit. It’s called normal. “ 

Joné had no idea what choice roja was talking about but decided it didn’t matter much. She got the all too familiar feeling of running into a wall here and it only frustrated her even more. And the other was trying so hard not to look annoyed but composed. At this point even that drove Joné crazy. What good was all of this tiptoeing? She didn’t care to understand anymore. And if the other was going to be a wall, she’s throw at her whatever she pleased anyway. 

“ And don’t gimme that shit. You don’t believe i could possibly be concerned for you. And ya know what? I’m not. I don’t have a bond with you, or these strangers that you saved, so i really couldn’t give a shit. You think i’m selfish? Absolutely. It’s what keeps me alive even now. Whatever works in this world, roja. It doesn’t matter. Why would the world work any different for you than it does for me? That makes no sense. “

It was the verbal equivalent of shattering a vase or throwing a knife. And she felt calmer now her head clearer. And in the end, that’s what mattered.

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