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[antioceas]

Book!

Beauty and the Beast

"Take me. Take me instead of my sister." Of course, it was Nerissa who had gotten herself captured by the "beast" all of the villagers spoke of. And of course, it was Eirena who stepped in, who offered her life in place of the more beautiful twin.

"Please."

[eclecticshenanigans]

"Good boy" from Basta for Nine 👀

"Am I now? And what do good boys get?"

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[sacredpyre]

X con @firejugglinghobo

"I was only teasing, " There was a gentle reassurance in Alena's voice as gaze softened upon meeting his, apologetic for any hurt feelings he might have. It wasn't her attention.

"How is she doing, by the way?"She asks, turning her gaze back to her garden as returned to ripping out the stray weeds that had sprouted while she was away. "You look about the same as the last time I saw you."

[ofeasterngate]

@firejugglinghobo said:

"Why do you know so much about me?"

inspired by: Amnesia Prompts

A frown creased his forehead as two things became clear to the angel. One: the man he had greeted on the street was, indeed, Dustfinger; and two: he did not remember Aziraphale.

"Oh dear - you don't remember me at all, do you?"

[therapardalis]

[1920s Theme from @firejugglinghobo (Hi! :))]

4. There is a new exhibit of finds from Egypt at the museum; some items are said to be cursed. ------------

"Yes," Thera sighed into the receiver, "I've ... wait." She necked the phone briefly between shoulder and ear as she finished what she'd been doing, fishing in her purse for money to throw into a busker's hat. The man had just put on a pretty spectacular show, and she had no problem paying him in return.

Crouching, she tossed some coins and a paper 10 into the hat with a smile and a "That was awesome, thanks!" Before going back to her phone.

"Anyway ... yes I've seen it and I hate it. They slap 'cursed' on that book to get people in the door, to be titillated like grandmas at a strip-club! They have no idea what they've actually got." She listened, sighed, eyes flicking toward the front gates of a building on the other side of the Square. "Well of course I'm going to have a look, before some fool tries to read it."

[helreginn]

firejugglinghobo:

Dustfinger couldn't believe his eyes, or his luck. For days, he'd been wallowing in the deepest fear he'd ever experienced, certain that he'd be sold into cruel labor to shorten his years under a heavy load and a bent back. Or else made to serve some rich master or mistress who considered him more of a thing than a person, fading into the shadows until he became little more than decoration.

He allowed his face to be turned toward hers, wonder mingling with the fear of his expression. This same mysterious woman kept showing up just when he needed her most. "It wasn't purposeful, I can assure you. I don't understand how..." Was it fate? Some sort of magnetism between them that neither of them could understand? Some third party pushing them together? @firejugglinghobo continued from HERE.

She eyed him up and down, a careful measure in her thoughts as she takes stock of him. His reaction to this. His expression, she found un-cypherable but it was his voice that made her consider his words as truth.

Confounding. It felt beyond rhyme or reason. Almost... fated. The same thought occured to her at the same time, only her vantage on fate far differed from his.

A breath of not unpleasantly cold air rolled from her mouth and spilled down the dais, across the room. Someone or a few someones were going to be reamed in the very near future.

"Regardless," she spoke again, dragging her fingers over his skin as she stole back her hand, "Rise, Dustfinger." She gestured with a small flick of her wrist to the pile of dust slowly being dragged up by the wind tunnel still sweeping from the room, "You see here what I think of servitude."

[mebhstowntasties]

Curious green eyes observed the fire dancer from a distance. She'd seen his little dance out in front of the townies. Her mammy had taught her to respect fire, and so it intrigued her, the way he tossed it about like it was a cara, a friend. She'd watched from the brush.

And then, when he'd packed up? He'd surprised her. He didn't return to the town, but had instead set fourth into her forest. Was he a hunter, like Robyn's father? Had he set out to light her home ablaze with his fire sticks? Or was he a new resident, unknown to she and her pack?

She'd shaken a beetle from her fur and followed. The wolfwalker had held back far enough to track the man by scent, rather than sight. He smelled of smoke, but generally had a more natural smell compared to most townies; more like her than them. And there was another trail leading from him, too. Something furry.

Only when he stopped, did she get closer. She could smell the remnants of fire again. Different fabric. The faint tang of metal. A campsite seemed likely. The ginger wolf got close enough to see him, keeping to bushes and behind trees as much as she could manage. She didn't have much to do, with her mammy away and Robyn busy at the scullery, so she figured she'd stick around for a few minutes at least. See if he did anymore dances.

[sadiebrin]

Embers from the fire show drifted through the air. One red haired man stood and watched, waiting for the show to end, for the crowd to disperse, before he approached the other. He folded and tucked the wrapper of a protein bar into his pocket. Plastered on his best impression of professional concern.

“Excuse me, Sir. I need to speak with you regarding an escaped convict. We believe you’ve come into contact with her.”