poison apple tastes so sweet

Ravenna Grimhilde. 31. Bedeviled. Licensed Therapist. Fond of Apples. I could have told you 'bout the long nights How no one loves the birds that don't rise So you can tell the heroes go hide My sense of wonder's just a little tired

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underworldlylord‌:

Hades was actually in among the crowd tonight, letting himself be seen. Pris was out on a job for him, as usual, and he wanted to have alibis, in no uncertain terms. Hanging out in his own club was the easiest way, and he wasn’t looking to socialize, just be seen. Of course, someone always decided to talk. Headache after headache. “You couldn’t bite me here if you wanted to,” he quipped, leaning against his own bar and staring out at the crowd.

     Ravenna tilted her head, eyes flitting over his frame, the tension in his shoulders, the lines of his facial structure, though she’d long since committed his visage to memory. The devil himself was out to play, was he? Well now, that could only mean the night was bound to be more eventful for some poor unfortunate soul. “Come now, Hades, you know it might be fun. Just a little bite.” She teased, nose scrunching some before she settled back, lifting her glass to her lips. “You’re sour tonight, I see. Have I done something to offend you?” She hummed. 

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danixlore‌:

Dani’s smile dimmed a bit, her face turning much more flustered and bashful as she subdued her expression, “Of course. Sorry.” She apologized again. “According to my brother I’m Satan incarnate without my morning coffee, so I completely understand that.” she agreed before looking back down to her paper and shrugging. “Not really. Some drug bust in Harlem, same old about the subways being remodeled so millions of delays. Nothing too out of the ordinary.” which she didn’t know if it was a good thing or not–how normal and peaceful things had been.

     “Satan incarnate?” Ravenna questioned, heavily skeptical about the accusation for the young woman before her. She doubted the girl had any sort of bite at all, but then, stranger things had happened in her time. “Well now, let us be fortunate you’ll have your morning coffee to soothe you in time.” She murmured, though she made no move to offer the coffee she’d grabbed at before. Instead, she lifted the cup to her lips, sipping it. It was refreshing, to say the least. “Drug busts in Harlem,” She repeated, mentally considering who may have found such misfortune. She didn’t dabble in drugs herself, she had other vices to toy with. “It seems the mundane has become the ordinary these past several weeks. Almost startling, isn’t it?”

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thebedeviledking‌:

Aaric watched as she gave both of the dogs attention. “It’s difficult to be cross with her. She definitely has me wrapped around her finger. Er, paw I suppose.” He let out a soft laugh. Aaric loved his dogs and would do most anything for them. They were a weakness to him, but whose pets weren’t a weakness to them? Aaric sauntered into the kitchen, beckoning Ravenna to follow him. Once there he pulled two crystal glasses out of the cupboard and set them on the counter. He walked over to the fridge and emerged with two bottles. A glass bottle of vodka, which he had always preferred cold, and a bottle of tonic water. He went back to stand in front of the glasses and prepared them both a drink. “Missed me? You flatter me,” he said with a smirk. Aaric handed her one of the glasses before taking a sip from his own. “I missed you too,” he admitted.

      “As she should, clever girl, isn’t she?” She asked, turning to look at Aaric with a flash of a smile, amused by the idea of anyone -- dog or not -- having any sort of control over Aaric. It simply didn’t fit the world’s depiction of him, even though there had once been a time where she’d thought she might have found a way to draw such sentiment from him. She was wiser than that now and had grown since. She gently brushed her hand over the dogs, before easing the smaller one down, and followed to the kitchen. She took the offered glass, matching his smirk at the emotion returned. “I’ve been terribly busy, as have you. It’s nice to see you again, is all.” She confessed, before resting her hip against the counter, bringing the glass to her lips to drink. “Now, are you going to tell me why you sent for me? Or am I truly here solely for the pleasure of your company?” She hummed, not entirely opposed to the latter. The thought of it was enough to ease some of the tension in her shoulders as she shifted her feet, easing the stress caused by her heels. 

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chiefcopper‌:

Harry shot her a grin, all teeth and no feeling to it, just like he would anyone else who smelled like that, especially as she stepped closer and he had to try not to sneeze. “Well, I do if they got that much perfume on, ya ain’t special,” he said bluntly as the fake grin slipped from his face and his hands slid into his pockets. He didn’t care to talk to anyone, much less Ravenna. Hell, he could insult Aaric Chernobog himself and not give a damn, this wasn’t anything. “You findin’ me ‘cuz business or what?”

    A breath of a laugh left her lips at his assessment. “No, I suppose I’m not special to you, dear.” She agreed, though she didn’t mean it. There was a certain amount of rapport she’d tolerate, though, especially when it came to getting what she desired. True to character, he led them right to what she’d come for. Business. Offense entirely intended, she didn’t much care for pleasure when it came to Harold. “I’m a businesswoman first and foremost, darling. I have questions for you, and work, if you play your cards properly.” She promised, more than happy to pay for what she ordered. She was a fair woman, after all. “Will your poor senses be able to handle it, should we go somewhere a bit more private to discuss what business might entail?” 

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january-wintersxx‌:

January knew it would be rude to decline the offer. That and it would just add to her cold personalty to keep everyone at arms length. To be that girl alone at the bars night after night. So with the warmest smile she could grace her face with she nodded and sat herself down beside the other. “Thank you. Troubled? I mean I guess that’s just what people assume with someone that’s locked up  as I am. I’m just tired - work was long, and my feet were in far too high of heels for most of it.” 

       Ravenna offered a pleased smile when January moved to sit down opposite of her. Her ankles crossed beneath the table, though she leaned back against the chair, permitting herself to become a bit more comfortable as she assessed the blonde before her. “Locked up? I suppose we’re all confined in one way or another.” She had continually sought to not be. It was why she’d dealt with her father. “Forgive my incorrect assumptions, I’m no stranger to the woes of uncomfortable heels.” She mused. “Though, I might have recommendations for easing that pain in the future.” She offered, lifting her drink to take another sip. 

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blakehalll‌:

“My job comes with troubles on it’s own. Wine isn’t even my go too on those bad days.” She stated with an innocent shrug towards the other. “I would be slightly alarmed if I wasn’t a fan of strawberries, what do you have in mind? Because I like where you’re going with the flavors.” 

     “Does it?” Ravenna asked, unfamiliar with the occupation of the woman before her. “And what troubles does it bring?” She asked, not hiding her curiosity. What was the point in that, when there was no harm in pressing for a basic answer. The woman had been forthcoming enough already. “Well now, not everyone has the ability to consume them,” She chided, almost teasingly, as she continued, “a strawberry daiquiri is a suitable choice, for a sweet mixed drink.” She explained. She didn’t often drink mixed drinks, but there was nothing wrong with a cocktail every now and again. 

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rosie-wilshire‌:

“I- Oh I don’t know. It’s not because she’s not pretty or anything.” Rosie tried to just shrug nonchalantly but she wasn’t sure if it really came off that way. “I just don’t want people thinking I’m her and wanting pictures or something. I guess.” She knew that wasn’t the real reason. More so the moniker of her being a black widow and killing her husband. Things she was pretty sure were eluded to in the pages of that magazine.

   Ravenna scoffed. “Oh, she’s certainly not lacking in beauty.” Perhaps, in intelligence, however. Or confidence? Ravenna wasn’t yet sure what it was that kept the young woman from identifying herself, but she was determined to find out. She picked the magazine back up, thumbing over the pages. “Ah, afraid of paparazzi, are you dear? It is tiresome, or so I am told. But let us see what the press has to say about this young beauty, shall we?” She asked, turning the pages closer and closer to the spread about Rosie. “Though, we are both women, no? We don’t need magazines to gossip.” She hummed. 

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snowspuremagic‌:

As Sophia recognized the woman’s face, it felt like her lungs were being taken away from her. It has been ages since she saw Ravenna and she wished that she didn’t have to see her ever again. New York was way too big, with billions of people, why this had to happen? They didn’t interact much when she was at the Wishing Well, but Sophia never felt comfortable around the woman, who always seemed to hate her. Even though she didn’t know why, Ravenna acted like that. The girl held more tightly to the wallet now, glancing at it after the Ravenna’s question. Being mean or rude her was never an option. “Hum, yeah I would say so. It does seem like it couldn’t be yours, Ravenna.” Sophia tilted her head. “I, uhm, apologize for the bother.”

     Ravenna’s lips thinned in disapproval at Sophia’s casual use of her full name. It wasn’t often that she heard it from other’s, though she often used her full name in her thoughts. To most, she introduced herself as Eve, or Dr. Grimhilde to clients. Sophia had forgotten herself, which shouldn’t have surprised her. “Of course you do, darling. You’re intelligent enough to know it’s not mine, and yet you do not so much as look at who you’re speaking to before troubling them with your questions. You were polite, once, Ms. White.” She scolded, wishing again that they were more alone. “Fret not, I am feeling exceptionally generous. Walk with me, perhaps we will find the wallet’s true owner together. It would be a pity for you to be accused of theft in this city, while certainly not my taste, that wallet is far from poorly made, and the threshold for misdemeanors, or even felonies, for such things are not as high as one might believe.” 

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january-wintersxx‌:

It was slightly out of January’s comfort zone, more like greatly - but it seemed a place she wouldn’t run into a very familiar face. The blonde didn’t mind being on her own, nor did she mind where her eyes were absent mindedly wondering around. At the sound of a voice she jumped out of her daze and gave a smile full of apologies. “Sorry, I was just staring off.  I didn’t mean to.. bother you if that was the case.” She rambled out with an innocent shrug. 

     Ravenna said nothing for a long beat, simply bringing her drink to wet her lips once more, savoring the taste of the wine. Expensive, but well worth the price. She’d have to note the year, request the rest of the bottle. At long last she lifted her eyes to fully take in the young woman before her. Beautiful, wasn’t she? “Oh no, darling, you aren’t bothering me.” She gestured for her to sit, to join her, and settled more comfortably in her seat. “You seem troubled, my dear. Come to find something in particular?” She asked, eyes glancing briefly to the scene around them. She certainly didn’t seem the type to wander often to the Underworld. 

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rxsecursed‌:

Adam didn’t really want to be in therapy, he didn’t believe it could help him.  Therapy could work for other people but he wasn’t sure if it could actually do anything for his curse.  It could just be a waste of time but he was grasping at straws.  His control was slipping lately, his temper was becoming shorter again.  He found himself yelling more often and wanting to break things or hurt people when he was upset.  He had to stop this, he had to break the curse or at least get things under control again before he hurt someone important.  Before he hurt and/or lost Dawson.  Dawson meant so much to him, he didn’t know what he would do if something happened.  It was bad enough he had a couple nightmares now where Dawson was on the receiving end of his temper, of one of his tantrums.  He had to do something about this now if he wanted a future with Dawson.

He was sitting in the waiting room scrolling through Instagram on his phone trying to distract himself and not feel so embarrassed to be there.  Part of him still wanted to leave and try and deal with this on his own but that hadn’t been working.  When he heard his name called he looked up, slowly putting his phone in his pocket, and heading over toward the woman.  “Hello,” he mumbled looking down at the floor not comfortable with the situation and already regretting being there.

    Ravenna assessed the young man quickly, noting the way he looked at his feet, the slight shift to his weight. She understood being uncomfortable, or ashamed, of therapy, but prided herself on making her practice feel comfortable and welcoming. Sure, her ways weren’t always the most appropriate, but whether people chose to believe it or not, she did try her best to help people. It seemed more often than not that her definition of help varied from other practicing therapists, but people truly didn’t need coddling. They needed a way to handle the reality of life. It was not kind, there was no point pretending it was. 

          “Hello, Mr. DuBois,” She greeted, guiding him back to her office. She waited for him to go inside before closing the door behind. “Pick anywhere you’d like to sit. I believe in therapy on your terms. My job is to guide and assist you, to give ideas, or ask the right questions. Your job is far more complicated than that, I’m afraid.” She offered a small smile before moving to sit in her chair, reaching to grasp her mug to sip her tea. “Now, I see you’ve signed the consent for treatment form, as well as have been made aware about things I would be required by law to report. Beyond those listed, this is entirely confidential. This space is safe for you to be as honest as you like, but know well that if you come to me with lies, I cannot truly help you. I want for us to build a relationship of mutual trust, which may at times be uncomfortable or difficult. At any time you may stop sessions, and I won’t blame you. But, if you give me some time and are willing to work, I will do all that I can to help you.” She promised, carefully slipping his consent forms into her file for him. “You’ve completed our preliminary intake form, but I don’t wish to go over that. I want to begin, Mr. DuBois, with the simplest point. What made you decide to schedule an appointment for today? What are you hoping to find here, that you’ve not found on your own?” She asked, knowing they could come back to more logistical intake questions. “That is question one. Though forgive me, I’ve gotten ahead of myself. Introductions first. I am Dr. Grimhilde, but you may call me Ravenna, or Eve, or Ms. Grimhilde, or whatever makes you comfortable. What shall I call you?” 

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rosie-wilshire‌:

“What? No, no. You don’t know me. Yes, I know the girl on the magazine looks like me. But it’s not. See we’ve got different… hair. Definitely different.”

      Ravenna raised a brow, glancing between the magazine and the young woman before her once more. “Mm,” She nodded, setting the magazine back down. “The woman on the cover is very beautiful indeed. I wonder what would make you so reluctant to allow others to notice the resemblance?” She questioned, knowing well that the woman was the same woman pictured. It made the older woman curious, what was she worried about? 

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chiefcopper‌:

“Ya might wanna tone it down on whatever smell yer wearin’. I can smell ya from over here and that ain’t a good thing.” Yeah, alright, that was rude, but he literally couldn’t care less about it being rude. No excuse for shit stinking so bad he could tell who it was coming off of feet away.

   “Charming, as always, Mr. Copper.” Ravenna mused, lips turning down in disapproval. She knew well enough that she didn’t reek. Her perfume was tasteful, understated, like she preferred, so she wasn’t sure what he was talking about. She continued forward, stopping rather close. “Do you always speak to ladies with such a sharp tongue?” She asked, “or have you reserved such a thing for me? Here I thought I might pay you a friendly visit, it would be such a shame to turn things sour when the day is so beautiful.” 

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blakehalll‌:

Blake bit her cheek as she sat alone at the bar. Looking over the wine choices she tried to figure out what flavor would suit her for the evening. With a sigh she pushed the menu away and looked to the body beside her. “I’m not really feeling a wine tonight, what would you suggest?” 

     “Not feeling wine?” Ravenna questioned, “Well now, whatever’s troubling you must be awfully severe then.” She hummed, reaching for the small menu to glance it over. She often preferred to leave things at wine, but every now and then she’d drink something different, scotch, whiskey, occasionally a cranberry vodka. “Do you like strawberries? I’ve always found summer specials to be sweet and refreshing.”

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thebedeviledking‌:

“Worth the wait indeed,” Aaric agreed, closing the door once she was inside. He whistled twice and his dogs came running in. “Nothing in particular,” he said as he watched the dogs sniff her. Sasha was a Doberman Pinscher and Zarya was a Golden Retriever. Zarya was jumping up on Ravenna. “Vniz!” he scolded the dog who quickly stopped jumping. “She is still a puppy. Nearly a year old.” Aaric leaned down and pet her. “Not as well behaved as her counterpart.” He stood back up and beckoned Ravenna into the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”

    Ravenna hummed her approval, eyes brightening with something different as he whistled for his dogs. She wasn’t trouble by Zarya jumping up at her. Her hands were gently as she brushed them over the puppy, genuine smile spreading across painted lips as she looked down at her. “She’ll learn, and she’s far too precious to be cross with.” She promised, reaching to gently pet Sasha as well, never one to neglect. She didn’t believe for a moment, however, that Aaric had no purpose in mind to this visit. While she enjoyed his company immensely, so rarely did their schedules allow for visits of pure pleasure and relaxation. Still, she followed him into the kitchen, nodding, “please, I trust your tastes darling.” She agreed, knowing well that Aaric would serve her something pleasing to her tongue. She reached up to gently pull the pins free, letting her long hair tumble over her shoulders. Her features relaxed, tension leaving as she made herself comfortable. She paused as she watched him, noting the lines of his muscles, the way he held himself, and found herself softening considerably, her guard certainly not down, but eased. She didn’t need to pretend with him. “I’ve missed you, I’m glad you asked for me.” 

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snowspuremagic‌:

Sophia was sitting on the grass at Central Park, as she watched over Cookie play around with another dog. It was about to happen the sunset, so called out for him, so they could go home. The pet came running as she started picking up her things and putting inside her purse, but Cookie showed up with something in his mouth… It was a wallet! “Cookie this is not ours!” The girl said to him in shock. Looking around, there weren’t so many people around so she walked with the dog to the first stranger she saw. “Hey, uhm, my dog got this and it’s not mine, could it be yours?” Sophia showed the wallet with a small grin on her lips.

   The weather was warmer than Ravenna liked, but the shade cast by the greenery in Central Park was a welcome form of relief. It was not yet the middle of summer, warmers days were yet to come, but already the humidity had reared it’s head, making Ravenna’s clothes feel that little bit tighter, her heels rubbing a bit harsher to form blisters. Still, it was better than locking herself away in the office all day long. Everyone needed a break, and the park was a pleasant enough place to take one. She hadn’t even noticed the young Sophia, until the dog slobbered over someone’s wallet and the girl made herself known. Ravenna’s lip curled into a smile. If only their chance encounter had been the tiniest bit more discreet. She had bided her time long enough to not become foolish and messy now, but oh how she wished circumstances had been a bit different. Even the cover of night would have offered her a different opportunity. Still, she would take what fate deemed fit to give her. “Fortunately for you, it’s not mine, darling. Certainly not my tastes, wouldn’t you agree?” She hummed. 

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I could have told you 'bout the long nights How no one loves the birds that don't rise So you can tell the heroes go hide My sense of wonder's just a little tired

But if only you could see yourself in my eyes You'd see you shine, you shine I know you'd never leave me behind But I am lost this time Are we destined to burn or will we last the night? I will hold you 'til I hold you right But if only you could see yourself in my eyes You'd see you shine, you shine

So we'll run into the open Keep your hand inside of mine And then when everything is over I hope to think of this as better times The sky got red and swollen I guess I never see the signs There can't be songs for every soldier It can't be solace every time you cry

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@rxsecursed

      Adam DuBois. Ravenna glanced over the intake form, knowing well that she’d gather more information on her newest appointment soon enough. While she was not always the most forward with her work, she still had procedures that she followed. Their first session would be largely intake, getting to know his background, his goals for coming to see her, which would lead to a course of treatment. Yet she liked to know as much as she could about a patient before she ever laid eyes on them. This one, though, had come to her unbidden. It was peculiar, but welcome enough. She set the paper down on her desk, everything tidy and in order, and opened her office door to go and welcome him. For the first session, she liked to be the one to greet them over a receptionist. 

        She approached the waiting area, offering a warm smile, “Adam DuBois?” She asked, eyeing the man she knew to be him. “Welcome, come. Let’s talk.” She offered, gesturing with her palm at the direction for him to go. Her office was warm, soothing, though she had elements of her personal taste and flair throughout as well.