#yurena 01.

[cicran]

Person: @yurcna Location: Bookstore "Beautiful day for a summonin'." He points out as he leans against the counter. It's not really, it's a cold morning, the sky is grey, and yet they both know why he's here and that the small talk is unnecessary. It's not like he doesn't care about her, he wouldn't have made a point to look out for her when everything had been said and done if he didn't. Conditions were finally perfect, the Asphodel were gone and he'd been ridiculously patient. They both deserved him back after all of this.

[marcellabelanades]

Person: @yurcna​ Location: I love that fucking bookstore The place is always empty and she wonders if it’s because it looks like the whole place is vacant from the outside. Inside it’s beautiful, old, but that’s part of it’s charm and she loves it. It reminds her of what a witchy bookstore should be, like the apothecary from The Craft. She’s sitting on the counter, heels swinging a little as she just looks up at the patterns on the ceilings. Marcella likes Yurena, she likes everyone in the coven even if she doesn’t quite think she meshes with them like she thought she would. It’s not their fault, she doesn’t think she’s easy to get along with, she doesn’t care for most people. But she needs somewhere quiet, wants to get out of the house otherwise she knows she’s just going to wind up sulking around. “Why do you keep this place?” She asks, looking over her shoulder at where Yurena seems to be sorting through a stack of books. “Can’t tell me sales are good.” It’s a gentle barb as she keeps her eyes turned upwards, conjuring little stars on the ceiling in varying constellations. 

[dimitrinicolescu]

Person: @yurcna​ Location: Fantasmagoria Books “How do you get all of these anyways?” Some of the books she has on the shelves are so old they nearly predate him, which makes them extra interesting. Most of them he doesn’t even read, just picks them up to fill the library. He’ll send box after box back to Wallachia, to the castle there, keep a few here and there for wherever he is at present. The witch who huffs around the shelves, mumbling at the spirits that must reside in the building is tiny but no doubt fierce in her own way.

[bebevlnt]

Location: le bookstore Person: @yurcna​

 “You are my last hope and I know you’re going to say no, but I couldn’t live with myself if I did not at least try.” This is said all very quickly as her heels clack on the old wooden floor on the way from the doorway to the first couple of bookshelves. Briefly, Bebe looks to the woman up front, she’s on a mission, a fruitless one, but one that would allow her to sleep at night. Her eyes skim the spines of books that are far too old to be anything she’s interested in at the moment. Two shelves, she looks through two shelves before she finally sighs and peeks back around another shelf to look at the witch she thinks is always just a little bit disgruntled. “Everywhere is sold out of that damn Daisy Jones and the Six. Library has holds on the four copies it has.”