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→Hi friends. It’s Theodora, and this is my second muse, Salem Izabel Luna . Salem is from San Antonio, Texas and is the owner of Perspehone’s Garden Flower Truck. Salem is based off of Eve from Lucifer, Sutton from The Bold Type and Lyn from Vida You can find her bio here, and you can contact me on discord theodora🧚🏽#9151 or through ims for plotting!

a few quick facts about Salem can be found under the cut

#stc.intro

tonixwagner:

starter for: anyone ( @saintclairestarters ) location: Linda’s Delicatessan

Being back in Saint Claire was something that Toni had been preparing for since the day she was whisked away by child protective services. After the loss of her entire family, her mother, her father, her older brother Jamal and her older sister Gemma, Toni had spent five years moving in and out of foster homes until she found a place that welcomed her without open arms. As odd as it sounded both Joe and Claire found themselves giving Toni the space, unlike many of the other homes she had been in.

While she had planned to come back earlier in the years, it was the death of her adoptive father, a man that taught her so much more about life than she could have dreamed of, that she forced herself to stay with her adoptive mother. Three years after his death, Toni packed her bags and returned to her home town. It had only been a week but most of it had been spent holed up in her apartment, one that needed plenty of renovations but it did the job as a place to sleep. She didn’t have much but Claire was adamant about filling her apartment with all the necessities and much more.

As Toni stepped into Linda’s Delicatessan, she was hit with a wave of familiarness and yet, it all felt so new to her. The last time she was in the shop was fifteen years ago, shortly before their trip to Big Bear. Crossing her arms over her chest, she peered at the menu. Her chest rose and fell with a heaviness as she took in each of the items. Nothing spoke to her, nothing screamed, you’ve been here before. And so, she turned to the person next to her, “What do you recommend?”

The thing about Saint Claire was that whatever it was known for, picture perfect homes and communities or whatever, it was also home to some of the best food she had ever eaten, which was surprising considering she was from San Antonio. She had been here for a number of years, and she had her favorites. Linda’s was in her top five at least, but it wasn’t only because of the food. When you showed up, there was always a smiling face to take your order, and Salem thought that was important. She had taken her bike out for the day, had a basket full of things already from the market, and Linda’s was her last stop of the day, after maybe buying a good bottle of wine to go with her food.

She had made it her goal to try everything they had. It was strange, maybe, but how would she know what she really like, if she didn’t know every single thing? So even as someone who was in here often enough, she still stood off in a corner, reading over the menu for what felt like the hundredth time. For a brief, dazed moment, she doesn’t realize she’s being talked to, but when she does, she smiles, wide and welcoming. “First time?” she asks, because it’s normal to be overwhelmed your first time at Linda’s. “The cubano is out of this world with flavor, but if that’s not your thing the cheesesteak is a classic. All perfect with their homemade peach iced tea,” she explains, as if it’s her job to advertise this restaurant. “Tell Linda it’s your first time and she’ll throw the tea in for free.”

#here is my overly friendly idiot #convos; i rule with a velvet tongue.#toni.

Eternity Coffee was packed this morning, which wasn’t at all surprising. It was like they put something in the coffee grounds that kept people coming back. Salem suspected cinnamon. Whatever it was, it made her stop there everyday to pick up two cups of coffee, and usually some sort of pastry. Today, there’s two pistachio scones wrapped in wax paper and placed into a little brown bag. It’s a nice enough day to walk and enjoy the fresh air, the flower truck and the market not too far.

Fallon was her best, and dare she say, favorite employee. She only had two others, but still, it had to mean something. “Good morning!” she exclaims from the short distance between herself, the truck, and where Fallon is standing. She’s already digging through her bag, trying to balance everything in her hands so she could reach for the keys to the truck “I got you something, a little morning pick me up,” Salem extends the bag in her hand and one of the coffees, before nodding towards the truck. “I’m gonna need all hands on deck today, we’ve got a huge order from that guy who is always buying his wife elaborate bouquets. I always wonder about people like that. Do you think it’s just because?”

She knows that she’s talking too much for this early in the morning, and yet she can’t seem to stop herself, it’s probably the cup of coffee she had before she got to eternity. So she switches gears from wondering about the strange man with the big order to the order itself. “Do you think you could take it on? He says he just wants color. What do you think would look good? What do you think would send the right message?”

@fallonirishastings