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@interphrase liked for michelle
she’s sitting at her table in the gently loved front garden of the house, painting magic symbols of protection and love on cookies with frosting. she doesn’t look up when she hears someone approach, only smiles as she finishes a cookie and sets it aside. “marzie felt you coming,” she offers, now glancing up and gesturing to the seat across from her. “i’m michelle. i made tea.”
❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜ [ titania's younger verse to michelle shaw; please ignore the first ask from this muse. got mixed up xD ]
the woman gives the other a warm smile. truthfully, very little she owns is solely hers; michelle embraces the idea of compassion by way of contribution -- that ever motherly ‘sharing is caring’ mantra. some are unused to sharing without stipulation; some merely wish to tease. either way, if the other wishes to claim something, it belongs to her now. “of course,” comes the gentle response. “though you need only have asked and i’d have offered it.”
‘ i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me, choking on anger & suffocating on sadness. ’ [from Amalthea to Michelle!]
michelle only hums lightly, pouring freshly made tea from the plants in the garden into a delicate porcelain teacup. she gently pushes the steaming drink in the woman’s direction. taking her own mug in her hands, michelle gives the other her full attention. “if i had a solution, dear, i would offer it. we are often at the mercy of the heart, and we are foolish to try and deny it’s emotions.” she knows, though, that such words are little comfort to the suffering. “with negativity, it is best to let it shine how it needs to. cry, if you want. be sad. be angry. don’t try to hide them, but let them pass and move on to where they need to be. and know that i will always be here with an ear, and a cup of tea.”
@aforestofcanons liked for a oneliner -- michelle
“you look tired, dear. i’ve got some tea almost done; why don’t you take a seat and rest.”
@hellreleased for an underused muse
the fae, for all their tricks and loopholes, respect her actions on their behalf, and are generally responsible for providing what it takes to care for their kind that she takes in. so she only ever really needs to leave to get things for her human children, and mary had insisted on coming. sometimes raising the humans was harder than the faeries, particularly as the girl is chatting endlessly about something her siblings did that she nearly walks into someone. “mary!” a sigh as michelle grabs the girl’s hood to stop her, offering a smile at the stranger. “sorry, she gets lost in her head sometimes.”
@starsweepers liked for an underused muse
“hi there. my daughters gave me this wildflower bouquet, but we already have a garden at home, so i’m trying to find a new home for these. would you like them?”
@dreicha liked for michelle
she’s out walking with marzie, avy, and mary, looking for little things to make the new fae kids feel more at home with her. they’ve mostly been browsing through thrift shops and antique stores, but avy had spotted the blown glass across the street, and had eagerly dragged marzie and mary along to it, with michelle trailing behind. she browses for a few moments, after shooting a word to be careful to the girls, before finding someone who works there. “excuse me, is it possible to have something made?”
@venosum liked for michelle
it’s always a risk taking the kids to the park; the humans are easy enough, if rambunctious, but the fae kids need to constantly be reminded that glamour is required not because they’re not beautiful, but because humans don’t know about them. and don’t play tricks that harm. and for the love of all that is holy, don’t start changing the park around because it’s boring. “marzie! please control avy before she does something, i can see the look in her eyes.” a sigh followed by a loving chuckle as she glances at a woman nearby. “kids, right? always something.”
