#thecelticones

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thecelticones continued from {here}

Charlee squinted at the post-it on the fridge, thinking she read that right but couldn't tell. It was sweet of him, but she doesn't really drink coffee and her stomach isn't really up to human food right now. And she doubted he had what she really needed to heal herself, which was blood. In any case, with her healing, she’d be better soon enough and decided to sit on the couch to wait for him before she went home. It seemed rude to just leave.

[madmarchh]

thecelticones

Mad March’s hazel hues found the familiar Latin text, in venere veritas 

He nodded at it before speaking, “I know another blond with Truth tattooed on her, as well. What’s the reasoning behind yours?”

[madmarchh]

first it was way back long ago when I played on Graham and interacted with Hatta. I got really interested watching you two play and decided to follow you because you are a fab writer and March is really interesting!

Excuse me, I need to retrieve my jaw from the floor.

This means so much to me, thank you, dear! Also come to me! Let’s thread?! XD (just know I’m slow at replying)

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{ thecelticones }

“Hey be a dear and and leave the bottle, yeh?” she said giving the bartender a look as he placed the bottle before her. She took her shot then, moving and swirling the liquid a bit before downing the contents. It was warm and stung as it went down her throat. Eyes closing as she enjoyed the feel of it. The night seemed calm and she just needed to cloud her mind. “No more thoughts, just the buzz...” she muttered to herself as she picked up the bottle and poured herself another drink.

[nottobecrossed]

thecelticones​

The first day of school was always a bundle of nerves. Or at least that was what Charlee had heard. She had never had a ‘first day of school’ until she left for college. Her parents had home schooled her and her brothers because they didn’t ‘agree’ with what some schools taught as it didn’t inline with their religious beliefs.

Despite that, Charlee had turned out smart and moderately normal, although very shy, and had gone to a ‘normal’ college. Her parents hadn’t been agreeable with that, until she showed them that it was nearly half the price to go to a public school rather than private and she could get more scholarships there. She had liked school and being away from her family as terrible as that sounded and majored in music education though her father argued she should get an American history degree, but caved and got a minor in history.

But, that was in the past. Today was her first day of school at her new job as a music instructor. And she was terribly excited. And also terribly terrified.

And....she couldn’t find the music room.

“Excuse me?” Charlee said shyly as she got the attention of someone, holding her books to her chest. “Could you tell me where the music room is?”

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<3 I am fine my new friend. I hope you are well!

I am :). Just finished cooking and eating dinner with the husband. 

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I dun wanna be your blog

//LOL  *hugs*

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[▣] one random fact about the mun

I’m partially deaf in my left ear.  I will eventually need a hearing aide, but my wood recognition is still 100% thanks to my right ear compensating.  This has been going on since I was three, so I’ve grown up with it.  I don’t really know what it’s like to hear normally.