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Lucian practically slumped across the counter at Brewed Awakening, lips pursed into a pout. “I’m going to die. I’m serious this time, Amara.” He glanced at the worker, familiar with her by the sheer fact that he nearly spent more time here than he did at his own home. “I can feel it. Death is coming for me and it is only a matter of time. Only coffee can save me now.”
Isadora wasn’t typically one for coffee. Unless it was drowned in cream, sugar, and flavored syrups, it tasted awfully bitter to her. Yet this morning was a particularly rough as she had recently picked up a few more ballet students. She was proving terrible at balancing both jobs and her personal life. So there she was at Brewed Awakening, sipping on something that tasted like death. Just as she was mid-sip, an alarm went off on her phone - she was now later for her private lesson. “Shit,” she spat as she turned around quickly, hoping to escape the shop as fast as possible. However, in her mad dash to leave, she bumped into someone and spilled coffee everywhere. “Oh no,” Isadora grumbled. “Are you alright? Did it scald you? I am so very sorry.”
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“You know, I thought that being away from work would be a relief but there are still plenty of creeps around.” Mordred scoffed. And not the fun, Halloween kind of creeps. Knocking back the rest of her drink, she turned to lean against the counter, careful to not ruffle the wings of her costume. Looking at Amara, she smiled widely. “I think you should wear that look more often. You’re definitely rocking it.”
AZRAEL EDITS ( 2 / ∞ ) 11x22 we happy few ft. amara / the darkness
before there was light, before there was god and the archangels, there wasn't nothing. there was the darkness, a horribly destructive, amoral force that was beaten back by god and his archangels in a terrible war. god locked the darkness away where it could do no harm, and he created a mark that would serve as both lock and key, which he entrusted to his most valued lieutenant, lucifer. but the mark began to exert its own will, revealed itself as a curse, and began to corrupt. lucifer became jealous of man. god banished lucifer to hell. lucifer passed the mark to cain, who passed the mark to you. - death to dean winchester
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ft amara / the darkness
🎐 : our muses slow dance together . (Amara)
“Miss Amara.” a small smirk tugged at Abby’s lips. Abby wasn’t sure if they missed Wildemount’s balls. But it gave them a chance to catch up with people they haven’t seen since they were stuck regenerating in the Void. And Amara was one of Tia’s. They’d always liked her fire-y personality. “They won’t let me near the sound system. Tragic, I know. So we’re stuck with whatever this is.” It was something slow, a snore fest really, but in good company Abby could tolerate it, “But if you’d like a dance, I won’t complain. Not the whole time, at least. Long time no see, yeah?”
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💍 : our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else . (Morded/Amara)
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Mordred giggled, quickly grabbing Amara’s hand, swinging their hands for good measure. “I know, isn’t my girlfriend just the cutest? Ugh. How did I get so lucky?” She attempted to appear lovestruck but the mischievous look in her eye likely gave her away. “She spoils me,, truly couldn’t ask for a better half.” She sighed wistfully, watching the person wish them well before leaving. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, I had to.”
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"Time is relative to me, but I suppose approximately a few weeks. It feels like only days and let me tell you, it has been a painfully boring experience." Valerio smiled at the reaper softly as she brought him a drink. It was a sweet gesture, something he wasn't quite used to yet. He took a long sip of his drink and stared at her for a moment. "I hope that you do not take offense to this but you are exceptionally beautiful for a reaper. Again, I mean no harm, it's just that most of you seem to look so old. That or lanky and frigid. You look like you could make death welcoming."
