apres moi, le deluge

you can't break that which isn't yours

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xkerberusx:

    THIS creature reeked of danger; his instincts said as much. But all sense of stranger danger flew out the window when they amicably opened their purse, the skull design reminding him of home, and inquired after his preference. “DUNNO. MAYBE WE CAN PLAY EENIE MEENIE MINEY MO AND LET FATE DECIDE?” Cerberus gave them a hopeful look because asking him to choose was like dunking him in the river Acheron. It was simply too depressing.

It wasn’t often that others recognized exactly why they always smelled of sweets, but the other seemed genuinely interested, and it brought a delighted grin to Foxglove’s lips.

“Children’s games,” they dismissed, instead selecting one of their own favorites and handing it over. “This -- is it a habit of yours?”

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mxther-dearest:

Laughing quietly, for she understood circumvention when she saw it, Hera shook her head, a few strands of her auburn hair dancing free from their french twist. 

“I do believe you’ve cracked a heel, my dear.”

The words seemed to echo like poison, and they looked down with wide eyes full of horror. The other was right, however, and it drew an embarrassed rage to Foxglove’s freckled skin. “Qu’est-ce que c’est? Pourquoi, petite chassure? Je t’aimais! Je t’aimais bien, et pourquoi tu m’abandonnais?”

Then, with a sigh, stripping their shoe off, they studied the offending crack. “Avez-vous-- No, no...Do you have...glue?”

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mxther-dearest:

“Of course not, my dear, that simply looked quite nasty.”

“Nasty, well--” Adjusting their glasses, they tried to hide the redness of embarrassment that touched their cheeks. “A nasty city, yes. I don’t know what you’re speaking of.”

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mxther-dearest:

Frowning, brow furrowing, Hera stopped in her tracks to stare at the other with concern in her gaze. Lips pursed, taking a few steps forward while she hefted her bag back onto her shoulder, the mother goddess reached out with a helping hand. 

“Oh dearest, are you quite alright?”

“Alright?” Echoing, Fox turned dramatically, only the same height by virtue of their heels. “Of course. No concrete fault can stop me.”

[xkerberusx]

“YOU — YOU SMELL LIKE CANDY. DO YOU HAVE CANDY ON YOU?” If he’d still possessed his original form, his tail would be wagging. “NO? WHAT ABOUT A REMOTE CONTROL HELICOPTER? THE GUY AT THE STORE SAID THEY WERE ALL SOLD OUT.“

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Stopping almost dead in their heels, their pale eyes slid to the form that had stopped them. A flash of violence hit their eyes, but they gave him a sharp-toothed and dimpled grin when they realized his question.

“Clever, clever,” they teased, turning to him. Their own tail swished beneath a long, drooping jacket. They popped their purse open, eyeing the other over with a smile. “Your preference -- chocolate, cinnamon, or blueberry?”

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coinforstyx:

“Of course not.”

More than a little amused, Charon took a sip from his drink, watching as the person straightened themselves. 

“I won’t tell a soul, since hundreds of people witnessed your…tumble.”

Hundreds, and they whipped around, wide eyes batting at the environment around them.

Then, with a pout, they turned back to the man before them. “Hundreds, my ass. Good effort, but not good enough. I cannot be tricked.”

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pxstilencex:

Blinking, confused by the stranger’s sudden outburst of denial, Jaclyn gave a hesitant nod in response - before taking it a step further by adding, ”I didn’t? … Of course I didn’t. Because nothing happened.” It was mostly true; she had no idea what they were talking about. But the strength of the denial itself contradicted their words.

Ah-- good, they thought, tipping their head back. Clearing their throat, they straightened themself out.

“Good. Wonderful. Shameful thing, to trip.”

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hatexmonger:

“Ye sure about that?” He quirked an eyebrow, eyeing them with sardonic amusement. “Because ye don’t sound all that convinced yerself.”

“Certain,” Foxglove responded, chest puffing a bit in an attempt to defend themself from the red sheen of embarrassment coming to their face. “I don’t make a habit of breaking my heels. These--...were not prepared for potholes.”

[regentxsin-blog]

“You did not see that. Okay? It did not happen.”

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