#threads: alyssa

[lambxtoxslaughter]

@thisisthcnight

Alyssa was in anything but a good mood. She had been trying to stuff away some more things in the storage room, trying to work on the process of making the seem 100% hers, and not like it’d used to be. It was a long process though, and some days she wondered if she should just rent out some of the bedrooms, or maybe even just sell it all and move somewhere smaller. Maybe a studio apartment? But with climbing up and down the stairs over and over, carrying boxes up and down, she’d managed to stumble in her own legs, landing on top of her hand at the bottom of the stairs. 

Which, was why she was at the hospital, sighing as the doctor tried to fix her wrist. “So, do you think I’ll get to go home tonight? Or do I need to wait for some surgery with it?” 

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@danceofsins​

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She had a box of toys to deliver, having been called in with the first shift, and it’d been put to the side for the day until Alyssa could take it and deliver it after locking up. And when she finally saw the name on the box, her heart had risen to her throat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck fuck, and triple fuck. She did it though. Wrapped it up to look nice, send off the bill to be paid online, and went to the mansion with the box under her arm. Swift knocks on the door until the... Slightly freakishly tall man showed up. Although, weren’t all the Vasilyev men freakishly tall? It appeared so. “Dante? I was told you ordered a delivery from us today. So I’m here to deliver. Would you like to go over and ensure everything is in there or do you trust us?” 

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@anunlikelypear​

Part of the process of ensuring she was moving fully on, and not allowing herself to fall back into habits of just... Existing, rather than living, was to actually engage in new hobbies and activities. So she’d signed up for pottery classes. Wearing old clothes that it didn’t matter if got ruined, just a simple shirt and jeans, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she walked up to the studio where the class was supposed to be held. “hi? This is where the pottery class is, right?” It looked like it for sure, but it didn’t have to mean like it actually had to be the class. “With Elodie Chapman?” 

[lambxtoxslaughter]

@shusterxadds​ from this (moving for tracking purposes)

Ivar heard the bell at the door announcing a newcomer and sniffed around, trying to recognize the smell. He’d opened the shop that morning mostly to let the space breathe, open the windows, get back into his routine after being away for a little over a week. But in all honesty he’d expected to be alone for the day. Why would anyone want to go looking for jewelry after the recent events? He’d been polishing some of the glass sculptures behind the counter and turned on his back to greet the visitor. “Welcome to Fire & Feathers.” The man bowed his head politely, still unable to shake some of his oldest costumes.

Alyssa was a bit shaken after the recent events. Seeing the destruction of it, the disaster of it? It was no wonder that she was shaken. Who wouldn’t be? The scents, the sounds, it was still lingering. So she’d taken the day off, trusting her employees in the store, and went to buy some new jewelry. “No need to bow your head, it’s just me.” Alyssa greeted as she entered the store, looking around. She hadn’t quite decided what sort she wanted, but maybe a new bracelet? Yes, that likely would be good. Or maybe a ring. “Do you have any new rings in? Or maybe bracelets?”

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@bxdybcg

“Oh thank the heavens.” Alyssa ran the few meters from the table and over to Adonis, wrapping her arms tight around him. She’d been worried after the bombing, and after a certain trio passing. Found guilty, and died. She had been worried that Adonis would have gotten hurt in everything that’d happened, so really, she couldn’t help her reaction. Couldn’t help that she hugged him. Even her who didn’t typically hug a lot of people. After a moment she stepped back though, looking up with a relieved smile. “Sorry, I just... I worry about you.”