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@singofus asked : ❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life ⇢ magissa ﹠ hypnos
new orleans , 193x .
she's walking from her coven's shotgun house to hypnos' part of the estate , wanting to be with him . it's not the shortest walk in the city , but she hates having to rely on carriages and cars when she could just get by on her own . she'd done it plenty back home , and she can do it here .
she's also thrumming with energy and power from the new moon ritual they'd done . while it's not the most replenishing part of the cycle , it is an excellent time for planting ideas in the dark , and watching them spread . she's hopeful for changes , if they aim their hexes right .
damn politicians . damn depression . damn wars .
she cuts through the french quarter , towards their territory , wanting to feel a little less like she's being watched . of course she is , a young woman alone in the wee hours of the morning , but she doesn't see any colors to indicate sound . whoever it is , whatever it is , isn't moving .
or is moving too fast for her to hear .
stupidly , naively , feeling the rumble of the river nearby and all the life she can pull from it , she stops .
listening , watching .
then , too fast for her to comprehend , there's an explosion of black-white jagged edges and the sensation of wind across her face . she falls back - was she pushed ? - and feels a stinging at her neck . she reaches up , trembling fingers touching the point of pain and coming back bloodied .
claws ? teeth ? she can't see , so she doesn't know .
a pale hand is offered to her abruptly . she blinks as she looks up , already taking the hand , intimately familiar already . beyond hypnos is the slumped form of the would-be vampire attacker , who had gone for her throat before being stopped by hypnos .
she very well could have died .
the realization makes her cling to hypnos tighter , feeling much safer in his grasp . now comes the political questions - is it because she's a witch , or because she's his witch that made her a target ? was she just easy prey ? there are drunks in every hotel , surely that would be easier . why come here , near a church , after following her for several blocks , just to attack ?
so many questions , but the most relevant one sticks out to her . she tilts her head , revealing the wound to hypnos .
“ can you close it ? ” she asks in a quiet voice .
Madison Cawein, from Myth and Romance: Poems; "Moly" wr. c. 1899
@singofus whispered: Ari is crouched down in front of the little girl, smiling warmly at her. It had taken a little while to gain her trust, but they were getting there. "I'm so proud of you today, Maggie. You were a great little baker. A superstar. Do you want to come with me and pick out a cupcake that you can bring to your papa when he gets home in a few minutes?" (Because Maggie needs a lovely mama figure)
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her focus drags from the tiny bit of chocolate she can't seem to get off her hand (or is it a freckle?) up to ari as she speaks. the voiced appreciation and shared pride draws a smile, a blush coming to her face. already she's overwhelmed when it comes to receiving positive attention, even as she desperately seeks it every day. to have it handed to her…it's sweeter than the baked goods they just made.
“papa likes chocolate,” she volunteers, setting ground rules for this cupcake hunting scenario, even as she reaches up to take ari's hand so they can venture to the selection process.
i will look at u with my big doe eyes … and u will pay for my iced coffee