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[aancmaly]

*[You don't particularly like eggs. But on occasion, there is a chance for the random craving to strike]

*[As you cook them, over easy with a couple pieces of toast loaded up with butter, there is a strange feeling that resonates inside you]

*[All of this seems familiar somehow.]

*[Your eyes burn.]

[aancmaly]

*Hugs Guess* "I love you, Sib! :D"

*You aren’t sure how to react to this. 

*So instead, you just don’t do anything. 

[aancmaly]

Don't forget

*[You don’t know what there could be for you to forget.]

[aancmaly]

*[You try to squash the feelings that come.]

*[It's an unsuccessful endeavor]

[dogflght]

> Jack: Listen to music and calm.

> You curl up on the spot you currently are at like a Husky, covering yourself in your wings and hide yourself from the world you stop being angry for just a moment.

Ah yes.

Soul-peace.

[starscodex-blog]

The soft hum of a machine resonated throughout an empty household, which had been so for just over a month now, and kicked up its hum to a purr, almost knowing what would soon come next. However, how could a non-sentient mechanism know what was soon to be coming to the household? This isn’t the issue, though; rather, this isn’t the topic to be noticed. The purr settled down into eerie silence, as did the orchestra of crickets outside, as if waiting for something to happen. In a few moments, the awaited moment happens, and there’s a flash of red, blue, and a cacophony of other colors. Before the light even dulls, a ballet flat covered foot moves out of it, followed by another, then a hidden face, a body covered by a cloak, and then a wistful smile spread across the person’s features—a soft light in the harsh darkness of night.

Hands kissed by the sun reached up to pull the cloak’s hood away from the smiling features, revealing a sun blessed face, with bright blue eyes that put the morning skies to shame. With a happy sigh, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, welcomed by her home’s enriching ‘enchanted’ odor. Walking up to the door, which opened by itself as she approached, she meandered inside and let the door close behind her, looking around her home, her smile going from wistful to proud in a millisecond. Her home was kept tidy from the enchantment she placed upon it before leaving for that amount of time, though longer than she intended. Her eyes snapped to her computer and she longed to speak to someone, yet she calmed her longing and walked past it, upstairs, and into her room, calmly transforming it into a shrine for a certain goddess. With a soft breath, a prayer left her lips, danced and hovered in the air before it was in the past once more, and she stood, walking further upstairs, and to the balcony where her house had created a garden of enchanted plants and vegetables, small fairies and other small creatures hid, brushing her fingers against blooming buds, listening to the buzz of curious creatures that were hiding in the brush. With a smooth movement, the plants stood and moved in a circle and darkened slightly in hue, allowing her to whisper some words under her breath, and a rather intricate shrine derived straight from her ever improving memory, dedicated to the goddess of witchcraft, sorcery, and women, Hecate. As an afterthought, the magic user let out a slow breath, breathing out stars where carbon dioxide should have been, making equally detailed, though larger shrines for Zeus and Hades, leaving quick prayers of gratitude and adoration to grace the night time air, crisp and chilly, raising goosebumps on her skin. Coughing up something strange, she wiped it away and stood, looking to the stars and smiling as she turned her back to the nighttime whispering about her return, as she hid herself within familiar surroundings, moving to her computer, which hummed happily with life, as if recognizing who owned it and, like a puppy seeing its master, jumped to life as she arrived.

She knew she should let her friend—was she that? Or was she something more? Or was she simply kidding herself about the other goddess?—know about her return home, but she knew that she likely already knew. Shaking her head, she let out a soft breath as she moved over the where all her pictures vibrated with life, like the rest of her house was. Picking up a frame, she slowly blinked, only to let them close as she remembered the first time they met in person. The beautiful goddess was pleasing to the eyes, and she was so nice to her, even though she was a fanatic for the mythological being on the inside, even though she might as well be a goddess herself. Really, she didn’t see herself as a goddess. Merely an heiress, she once called herself, and she realized how close she was to the truth. The Heir of the Stars was a title to behold, and a title to carry on broad, strong shoulders, not on weak, fragile ones. She didn’t mind the title, nor the powers, but the slow, painful transition terrified her, caused her to lose control, nearly kill some people, so she left the country and went to Greece, prayed to her friend’s shrine, as well as Hecate’s. Putting down the frame, she found herself back at her computer. Sighing knowingly, she pulled out the chair and sat down there, sun kissed fingers dancing over the keys as she greeted a familiar username with familiar words.