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[wcrworn]

                   𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 of being a child assassin , she still had all of the traits and habits , albeit unknown to her that what she was doing was due to her traumatic past . emerald hues surveyed the area out of habit and nothing else .  “  i wouldn’t step so close , you might ... fall in ,  “  there’s a smirk on her lips , the reflection of the fire in her eyes . she’s joking , of course . but you’d never be able to tell due to the tone of her words . 

[summcns]

for some reason, aziraphale ( or by the name he now went by under the loss of memories, hale ) felt at home in this quaint little book shop. the smell of dusty books; time worn pages-- it brought a familiar warmth through him. it was indeed a welcomed feeling after the nightmares that kept him awake at night.. and the fact that he was finding strange white feathers around his bed. it was baffling and troubling. was an owl coming into his room at night? he didn’t hear anything. one would think he’d hear the constant hooting of a feathered companion. 

hale was taken from his thoughts when he heard the chime of a bell. hm? oh. it was the bell to the shop. he instantly perked up. oh how he could ramble on and on for hours on the various books in the shop. and he has many times.. to unfortunate people. “welcome welcome to molly’s! do you need help in finding anything? do you need a recommendation? oh! i just read the most fascinating book last night if you want to hear about it! daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise! how much i wanted to be swept away by that prince!” he rambled. poor unfortunate soul.

[tastesgold]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄          »          OPEN     STARTER     .

                              ❛   it’s   my   grandmother’s   recipe   ,   ❜     soft   fingers   tuck   strands   of   loose   locks   behind   her   ears   ,   demeanor   not   foreign   to   enthusiasm   that   takes   root   when   asking   anyone   for   a   taste   check   of   whatever   dish   she   feels   like   conjuring   up   that   particular   day   .     ❛   i’m   afraid   she   would   be   rolling   in   her   grave   if   i   spilled   her   SECRET   ingredient   ,   but   surely   there’s   no   harm   in   guessing   !   ❜     hushed   whisper   fades   into   a   giggle   as   she   watches   them   ,   bambi   eyes   awaiting   .     ❛   tell   me   truthfully   ,   darling   .     do   you   like   it   ?   ❜

[defunctorum]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 to fall asleep in public  -  morgana had been avoiding sleep as often as she could,  as though she could outrun her nightmares  ( not to mention the unexplainable events that followed )  if she drank enough caffeine or made herself busy.  it seemed that plan had finally backfired on her as she woke with a yelp,  this time after falling asleep while working on case files at a table outside of molly’s.  just like last time and the time before that,  the nightmare felt as real as a memory.  and just like last time and the time before that,  something was on fire.  morgana quickly tosses her glass of water over the potted plant to extinguish the flame and stands up from the table,  dropping enough cash to cover the coffees and a hearty tip.  she’s preparing to hurry away from the scene of the crime before realizing she’s not alone;  morgana turns to face the other person with an uncertain expression.   “  i. . . i don’t know how that happened.  ”

[rencgadcs]

“do i have a pen?” percy repeated their question by furrowing his eyebrows together as he began to pat his pockets. it would be highly unlikely for the boy who forgot to bring a pencil to class to find a pen in his pocket, but he could never be sure what he was going to find in his pockets. “sorry, i don’t think i have-” he started to speak, before abruptly cutting himself off as his hand brushed against the pen in his back pocket. hm, that was odd. “i guess i do have one,” he replied with a shrug. turning the pen over in his hands, percy couldn’t help but feel some sort of connection to it, which was incredibly odd considering it appeared to be a standard blue ink pen. still, he was hesitant to let it out of his hand, and then, for reasons unknown to even him, he flicked the cap off. almost immediately a loud gasp escaped from his lips as the pen transformed before his eyes, leaving him holding a three foot long brozne sword, the name anaklusmos inscribed on the hilt. “please tell me you can see the sword,” percy stammered, his eyes remaining fixed on the sword.

[ofcrvelbeauty]

The crown had appeared over night in her apartment. It was an ornate thing, clearly carefully designed to scream wealth. It did not have any jewels and was instead just gold, all the adornments coming from the way the crown was forged. That morning she had found it on her table on top of a stack of letters.  And the crown, a thing more expensive than she ever hoped to own, felt familiar. It’s presence echoed in her dream. It’s twin, atop a head of dark hair, echoed too. 

 She wore it now, her head held high. A sense of power, a sense of belonging pulsed through her as she “I think I’m really doing this crown justice.” Wearing it simply felt right. “I might never take it off.”

[chaosincarnatcd]

Open Starter

The moon had set high in the sky long ago, yet he still does not turn in for the night. Perhaps it's simply leftover energy from the day, or maybe it's the emotional turmoil he continues to face -- Either way, he hasn't been getting enough sleep to function properly.

Perched atop the steps that lead to the beach, Loki let's his face fall mutely into his hands, fingers grasping at long inky strands that are more often than not tangled.

Blowing out a shaky breath, the god does not notice the other presence behind him until it's too late. There's a dagger in his hand before he can think, pointed towards the figure he can just barely see. The lethal edge glitters dangerously in the starlight -- where had this dagger come from?? He quickly let's it fall to his side, the shock he feels tensing up his shoulders and pulling a frown to his face. "My apologies. Truly, I did not expect someone else to be out so late." 

[infintebrokenheartsx]

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Alexander groaned as he felt his feet crunch with the glass and all of the abandoned building. He didn’t know why he was talked into coming out here, because he was a cop and something felt illegal but he was also off duty and something intrigued him about the story. “So, it’s haunted, huh?” He mused, looking around. “I’m not convinced.”