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Luna was trying, in more was than one. She wanted to belong in her new community, and her new job position. She wanted friends. She craved people she could relate to and feel comfortable around. She had learned in her time, among humans and supernatural beings sometimes the best way to connect was through food. Luna had made freshly baked sugar cookies, displayed as different flowers and butterflies. Perhaps she had made too many.

The excess she had bagged up in small bags stepping out of the shop with. Luna did have a tendency to get carried away. “Excuse me,” the woman said before stepping up with a smile. It was sheepish and ever so slightly nervous as she ducked her head. “Um, I don’t mean to be intrusive but…would you like a sample? Free of charge?”

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Ophelia smiled brightly as the other woman approached her. A new friend! “Hello! Well met!” She couldn’t help the way her eyes lit up when she spotted the brightly colored cookies. “Oh those are lovely!”

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Blythe didn’t have many friends, and the ones he did get stuck with always seemed to belong to his siblings first. Some of them were easier to shake off after the funeral than others— correction, funerals. A few still came around to check on him and parents, but could easily leave the door unanswered or hide behind left over floral arrangements when they came to the parlor. As this group, though, they seemed to hold on to him even tighter than before. Maybe it was because a couple of them were mortals and they dealt with death differently, or even the fact that all of the gifted ones in the group liked to band together with a common secret.

There’s no way you’re the gravedigger, Blythe. You’re a twig, dude. You would be ripped if you were.

He shrugged, flicking the last of his cigarette into the ashtray on top of the garbage can. He wasn’t much of a smoker but sitting still in the theatre for so long with no way of shutting up the ghastly old man next to him was nerve racking, especially when it was clear that he was bothering no one else. Specifically that he couldn’t bother anyone else but Blythe.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” He sighed, though the answer was simple. “I guess that’s just not how it works.”

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Ophelia had been walking by when she’d overheard the conversation. She couldn’t help but giggle at the silliness of it. Gravedigging? Mortals were strange. What was the purpose of it? “Why would anyone dig up a grave anyway?”

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It was primarily her fault for the collision, with her nose in her phone. But Jason had somehow gotten her number yet again and he’d blown up her phone. So, naturally, Ev needed to read all of the messages. She was neck deep in his lengthy insincere apology when the young woman collided with another being, causing her iced coffee to spill all over her white tshirt. Trying to wipe some of the liquid off all it managed to do was spread the substance that was sure to stain her favorite shirt. “Sorry”, she mumbled. “I didn’t quite see you there.”

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Her head was up in the clouds as she skipped down the sidewalk. Ophelia had just clocked out from work and while she loved working around flowers all day, she was ready to go wander in a field or put her feet in the creek to refresh. “Oh my! I’m so sorry,” she let out a soft giggle. “Are you alright? You look...distressed.”

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(elle fanning, 20, cis female) tucked away in willow cove is ophelia daye who is a fae working as a cashier at In Bloom. as she passes through the veils, the ambiance of soft giggles, walking barefoot through a field of flowers, and making wishes on a dandelion lingers. all devils need a haven, and they are no different. (jess, 26, she/her, cat)