Dec 19, 2017
@prodromoi
“Is there a reason you keep staring at me like I have five heads? Or I’m growing medusa-like hair?” She inquired petting her hair down as if she acted like she truly had medusa hair.
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@prodromoi
“Is there a reason you keep staring at me like I have five heads? Or I’m growing medusa-like hair?” She inquired petting her hair down as if she acted like she truly had medusa hair.
@prodromoi liked for Circe
The wolf that was laying by the door, seeming asleep, lifted her head and growled. No one would believe the extremely large dog was actually a wolf, though, wolves were never so tame. Nor were they even allowed to be domesticated and kept as a pet. And yet, wolf she was- tamed by the witch’s power just like so many before her. But now, that same wolf’s ears flattened against her head and a low growl rumbled, making the few shoppers freeze in that primal fear.
Circe looked up from the herbs she’d been bagging for the old woman, her smile slipping into a slight frown. She watched him enter, eyes following him. Her wolf acted as one of the many wards on her shop: an alarm of someone not quite human was there. A single gesture from Circe had the wolf settling down once more. After a moment, she turned back to the old woman, putting on a smile as she rang her up and bade her to have a good day.
All the while, she watched the demigod. She moved from behind the cashregister and toward him. ❝I don’t think that you’ll find much of interest in my store❞ she remarked lightly, though thee was a slight edge to her words, a warning lurked there.
“Pay attention to me.” Although quiet, it was no less a demand as the shifter sprawled across her friend’s lap, curling in on him enough to nuzzle against his side. She had become far too comfortable and looked up at him through a lazy gaze and half-lidded eyes. “Are we going to your mother’s again tonight?”
@prodromoi // kail wanted a starter !!
@prodromoi
“---- I’m hungry, though.” Moby whined and whined, sprawling herself out on his sofa in misery. There was little in his fridge and it’s been a solid day since her last meal, now that she had to "behave” for the time being. “Can we go to your mom’s house?”
@prodromoi liked for a starter.
The god of death gives the boy an uninterested look, “ I don’t suppose your daddy sent you. ” He didn’t spend much time with his fellow gods, too busy tending to the underworld or just avoiding them.
This was meant to be a quiet night. Meaning not that many customers within the Whyte Wrym, as everyone geared up for the new year that was to launch the following day. Meaning Toni, well, she could catch up on making this place look a little less shit before the usual crowd descended upon this place looking to glitterati the shit out of the place, hiding the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap beer, as if it would do a damn thing for a place like this. All somber within its neglect, the surroundings, typically, ignored for the fact that it was theirs. Serpents stamped into absolutely everything, a point of pride, as pathetically flagging as it was. She’d take it again, and again, and again. Because it was lovely to have something that was actually theirs for once. But quiet didn’t seem to be in the cars for her tonight. Someone was picking a fight by the pool tables, and with a crrrrkkkkk that echoed, she watched as someone cracked another over the head. Sighing quietly at the splatter of blood that spilt over the green felt, the glass in her hand placed down against the bar. “For fuck’s... can somebody put a fucking stop to this bullshit please!?” Irritation echoing within her voice, snapping her fingers to catch the attention of anybody nearby; and Atticus, the unfortunate one to catch her eye in that moment. ”Fly boy. Please. Help me out?” Eyebrows raising from beneath the pink puff her cotton candy hair, pushing it back with her fingers at all angles. There was only meant to be so much she was supposed to take care of on her own here, and Tall Boy, well... she’d like to say she could depend on him, if he wasn’t one of the ones in the middle of the pit, roaring for justice. "Please... free drinks on me for the rest of the night if you do." @prodromoi