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ominousmoonchild:

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When Ivy walked into the small grocery store, nearly everybody stiffened. In the small town, she was known as an ominous w i t ch who lived in the woods. A devilish child of the moon. They were all so IGNORANT. Ivy scanned the room and found an unfamiliar face. She squared her shoulders and lifted her  chin, flashing a glare at the clerk who was gaping at her. She sauntered down the aisle to fetch some greens. She brushed shoulders with the stranger, eyes gently flitting towards them.

“You can find cheaper medicine elsewhere,” she mentioned quietly. “I sell some from my house. All organic. Natural. Far better than these trivial, manufactured labels.”

   he’s picking up PILLS for his sister ------all sorts of pills. he’s got a list    as long as his arm, filled with vitamins and supplements and expensive    prescriptions. he couldn’t find half of them at any of the big pharmacies     or the dimly lit, home-run ‘apothecaries’ in the city. so he’s out here, in    the middle of nowhere, hoping to GOD that he’ll find what he needs. 

   he notices the presence beside him, but can’t be bothered to spare a    glance until her voice pipes up. he smiles at her, ignoring the looks    she’s getting from anyone and everyone but him. 

         ‘ I’M not worried about the cost,              it’s just a matter of finding the                       stuff. here---- take a look. ‘ 

   a hand extends, a list of thirteen items making itself known.    only FOUR have been crossed off.

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aadvena:

                  ❝ luckily, i didn’t. i mean, i almost did ..  ❞

pav has already pulled the cookies out of the oven & a few of them are slightly charred, but she figures she can salvage at least half. there are one too many unlucky ones that are rock hard & obviously unsuitable for consumption. after allowing a few more minutes for them to cool & proceeding to lightly ice them, she has to admit that had been the easiest part of the entire process. they look a little rough, but she figures that’s to be expected consider she had already warned him. considering she is trying to learn more about human customs, christmas included, a santa hat rests upon fuscia locks & the cookies are even decorated to look like little ornaments. she puts one on a napkin & ambles over to him, handing it over with a smile.                           ❝ ——— alright, you try it first. ❞

   eyes linger on the SANTA HAT, clashing furiously with the colour of her hair    and looking more like a valentine’s day get-up than something for the holidays.    but it’s cute, and she’s clearly making an effort --enjoying it too, maybe-- so he    keeps his mouth shut. 

   a hand reaches out to close his laptop absentmindedly, and he rests an elbow    atop the table. BRAVELY, he takes the cookie and bites into it, taking half of it    right off the bat. it’s crunchy and crumbly and stiff, and it’s far from what mom    used to make, but he’s an excellent liar. one of the best. 

         ‘ MM ------it’s good, actually.                a little hard, but it’s good. ‘ 

   and, in the spirit of it all, he takes another bite. smiles, too.

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ofbleakness :

  ❛ least you have a fighting chance. there’s not           much you can do about the dead. ❜  

         ‘ THE dead, are... dead. what’s the worry? ‘

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aadvena:

@ruraliity  liked for a starter !

                                 ❝ ah, i think i burnt the cookies AGAIN … ❞

it turns out that originating from a planet that serves primarily instant meals is not quite as beneficial as it may seem. at least, not when living upon earth. microwaves & ovens seemed easy enough to operate  to everyone but poor pav. operation: BAKE CHRISTMAS COOKIES was most certainly failed —— although surely there was some humor to be found here. her home planet of nishar was known for it’s innovative technology & pav can barely even work an oven. she seems annoyed when alerting the male, her countenance clearly contorted with frustration.

   his attention is elsewhere, nose buried in a pile of contracts and fingers    tapping away at his laptop. he’s in the middle of helping a beloved, long    term client --one that hasn’t fallen victim to his company’s scams-- out of    an unwanted merger. his specialty is finding the loopholes in contracts.    he takes legally binding documents and he finds ways to break them    without getting in trouble ------it takes time, and concentration. but he’ll    look up for a moment and smile, and it’s not rushed, and it’s not fake. 

         ‘ WELL, did you set them on fire?                      if not, i’ll have one anyway. ‘

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 nogoodwitch:

       “ well       fuck me. “ 

   cathryn didn’t usually hate her job, but tonight,    tonight she REALLY hated it. 

       “ seen anything, i dunno, weird? freaky? “

   a long pause passes, and in    the silence, arms cross over    broad chest and a crisp three    piece suit. 

         ‘ ------WHY are you asking? ‘

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ofbleakness:

❛ The dead hold GRUDGES and they’ve got all the     time in the world to do something about it. ❜

         ‘ THE living aren’t so forgiving,                either ----and we act quick. ‘

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headcanon.

         danny has a very, very slight southern accent. it used to be quite strong back when he lived in north carolina and when he first moved to new york, but it has since all but disappeared. when he’s at work and/or talking business, he forces it away entirely. when he’s emotional in any way, whether he be feeling sad, angry, embarrassed, or whatever else, the accent makes itself much more present. he will occasionally stumble over words like ma’am and y’all, but he never use terms like that in his professional life. he sees himself as a very different man now than the one he was in north carolina, and he does his best to distance himself from that life.

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nogoodwitch:

       “ yes. established. but have you seen him? “

         ‘ NO, not that i remember ----and i’m fairly certain                       that i would remember something like that. ‘

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nogoodwitch:

      “ yeah. get over it and answer the question;        have you seen a man covered in glitter run by       here? “

         ‘ MMH... strange question any time, actually. ‘

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         ‘ STRANGE question to be askin’ somebody             at this time of night. ------you do realize it’s                                     a strange question, right? ‘

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vegasdoe:

“Yeah,” she hums, “I’m an adult. So I guess a drink would be fine.” She pauses, sitting down delicately on the edge of his desk, shaking her hair back out of her face, and with a grin, she adds, “Or we could make out a little.”

   he smirks at her, allowing a tiny glance    while he pours himself a glass of scotch. 

         ‘ WHAT would you like to drink? ‘

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vegasdoe:

     “Okay, sure, but — consider this: pay attention to me. I’m bored.”

   he sighs, standing up from his chair    and making his way to his drink caddy. 

         ‘ YOU’RE twenty-one, right? would you                      like a drink, to help pass the time? ‘

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vegasdoe:

“Alright, alright. Relax. If I wanted to tempt you,       you’d have caved by now. Trust me on that.”

         ‘ MMH. i am relaxed. paperwork is very relaxing. ‘

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vegasdoe:

“Wow, what the fuck? I am so worth millions. You can’t put a price on this, babe. But I see how it is — I’ll remember this.”

         ‘ YOU are my little sister’s friend. don’t call                   me babe ----don’t tempt me like that. ‘