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One of the best parts of marriage is taunting your husband. @mortesadversarius

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Basement Laboratories

Herbs filled the room as the brunette woman reached up to the shelves of one particular work table in the basement of the home she shared with Johannes. While she did keep an immaculate clean home, one would question the cleanliness compared to the basement where sensitive work happened. It was down below that he kept his more sensitive research, where Maeve dried out herbs and plants to be processed down by her own hand for tinctures, potions, and warding materials. Those wards- they were the very support system that kept their home and lives safe. Perhaps more so than the starved pixies who guarded the doors and kept unwanteds at bay. Funny how she offered to help them find their way through the veil, but they found too much joy in the mischief, and satiated their pallet with the visitor who didn’t want to say “Fine, I’ll just go home.” No, Maeve had learned that’s one of the fae she can’t just convince to join their kind away from the Mortal realm. She had been safe from the pair as Fae recognized other Fae once their known name was given. Her true name would never be available to them. Not even Johannes had it. But by the very Goddess who ruled her court did not love that man beyond all definitions of the word. Enough that she would relent to trying to convince those pixies to cause Chaos in a world better suited for them. No, the “Beware of criminally insane garden fairies with a taste for human blood. “ would have to do. It was a fair warning and Maeve even with all of her gentile nature and education over the years, was still a logical woman. If someone ignores a clear warning then clearly Sir. Charles Darwin had the right of it. Her attention soon returned to the task at hand. One by one, she plucked glass bottles from the shelves. Then, confirming to ensure that nothing was missed by way of her grimoire (number 82 in this case), she set to work. Fresh water from the night of the last new moon, paired with the melatonin and magnesium. Then, she took it a step further by adding something her dear little friend would never expect; a lock of Grace Moore’s hair. Sure, the woman had been passed on for several years now, but it would give her some comfort. Finally, came the clump of a dreamweaver spider’s web .So lost was she in her work that she wouldn’t even hear the door upstairs open. Of course that was all thanks to the ravenous fairies who occupied the garden. Finally, all of the reagents were added to a mortar so that she could grind them together with the pedestal while words from an old language carried from her lips. Oh how her arm ached from grinding the materials together. *The finer the better* she could hear her mentor calling out to her. As the spell laced song came to a close from her native land of Ireland, Maeve sprinkled one last ingredient into the mixture; she made a point to take red brick shavings from the building of her dear little friend- one more tool to keep the girl at peace and maybe find sleep again. @mortesadversarius

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I'd call you a sweet summer child, but clearly, you're just trying hard to get attention because you have daddy issues. I also have those, but my coping is far more constructive. But I will say this. What's mine is absolutely mine, just as what's his is forever his. @mortesadversarius