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          ❝  My  daughter  has  20  MILLION  exes?   ❞

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:: “Hey I never agreed to this! And besides, have you SEEN her? Her hair’s so gray she must already have one foot in the grave by now! No way she could win against me!” ::

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"Hi Eda," Willow waved in greeting.

"What are you up to?" She asked curiously, it looked like she was doing something but hadn't figured out what yet.

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“A fascinating story, Edalyn.” The woman smiled indulgently, tanned Mediterranean skin slowly turning a shade of soft blue as her eyes glowed like trapped moonlight. “But I have to wonder…”

“Was it my story… or Yours?”

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“She’s right, you know~ A true curse takes magic deeper and darker than anything you can just conjure up with a fancy swish of a stick.”

“You need to tap into hate, venom, and primordial magic to cast something that vile upon another living being. And even then, it can hurt the caster as much as the target.”

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“Play along and buy yourself time to figure out how to get him to leave. In our case we tricked him into pinkie swearing to leave and never come back after a rigged game of hide and go seek.”

“Hopefully it doesn’t take you a century and a half to do it…”

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OBSCURE MUSE FACT | ACCEPTING

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Luz had this habit while growing up where she would sit in her room and just talk to herself while flipping around a giant plastic candy cane. She would usually be basically making up stories she didn’t feel like writing down, but liked doing the voices out loud. She made an effort to not do this with other items once moving in with Eda, but she did do it sometimes when she believed no one was in the house and Hooty was listening to his own music to hear her.  

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Every year on the anniversary of her mother's death, Hecate travels to the shores of the island she turned herself into. There she spends most of the night and the early morning watching the stars with a bottle of ambrosia, charting the paths of the future like her mother used to. It's not quite the same as the times Asteria would take her to the fields outside their home, but it helps her keep close to her mother in spirit.