this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
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One long, dramatic sigh later, she's going on about how, if her own husband ever did something like that, she'd never, ever forgive him. But then, of course Liam would never cheat on her. He was much too good for something as lowly as that. Of course he is.
"We ladies need to look out for each other," she adds, barely giving Nike time to nod, much less verbally agree. Another biscuit goes in as she considers how to best approach her next topic. "Speaking of which, have you seen the new bartender down at the Alibi Room? I hear she's just fresh from Mirrorlight. That Miller girl?" Her bright blue eyes inspect Nike's reaction, to fish for any hints that the younger woman would be interested. "She's pretty cute, and probably needs a guide to show her everywhere she needs to visit in Eclipse."
Post by nike blackwell on May 10, 2017 3:05:48 GMT
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her tea was slowly becoming cold...
despite the usual day and the run of the mill time she's been through, nike was simply enjoying a relaxing moment with a colleague she has quite adored. however, as much as nike has been intrigued by simple gossip, she can't keep up with most of what eleanor has to say. it's better to have the company to say the least, even jeong loves the appreciation of eleanor's visits.
never in a relationship before, the topic was simply lost and over her head. even the relationship with luke was different, albeit a bit too much as the two suffer in their own demise of never loving one another. it's a way fate has brought them together -- to suffer until one gives up and makes their own means of separation.
"are you hoodwinking me?" the silver haired woman asked as she looked at the older woman. "there are others more qualified for that job, plus, i don't think i can ever leave my cafe anytime soon."
it's unknown to her -- was eleanor simply devising a plot for her to separate from luke or was this all a huge conundrum of events that will lead into a sticky situation? it doesn't help her cause of not trying to come out. she can't. her mother didn't raise a barbarian.
"how about you? you must be dying to seeing that miller girl, since she's rather fetching, perhaps another child you can proclaim in front of everyone in the coven."
[attr="class","diag"]There were always times during which Nike's vocabulary really surprised the older witch. Of course this time wouldn't be the exception. Hoodwinking? asks her familiar, burrowed against her neck as she tended to be whenever they were in town. Eleanor shakes her head, although whether it is to Nike's archaic word choice or the sentence that follows, it's hard to tell.
"Work, work, work... That's all you ever think of." Eleanor makes to drink another bit of tea, but finds her cup depleted of the delicious liquid. She looks down at the cookie dangling between her fingers, and reluctantly decides to put it down. For now. "You really do need a distraction, honeycakes," she says, folding her hands under her chin.
Eleanor's eyes widen at Nike's suggestion almost as much as her smile does. "You," she starts, pointing at the silver-haired witch with her index finger, "You're such a genius, Nike."
She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it, really. "Let's both take her out to have some fun together. Oh, I imagine she'll be thrilled to have you—us. I mean us. She'll be thrilled to have us show her around town." Eleanor nods rapidly, very confident of her plans. They were starting to make more and more sense as time passed.
Post by nike blackwell on May 11, 2017 2:30:44 GMT
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she's always been on the side where none could bother, where no one dares to be with her -- albeit there was luke in the picture, but when she met eleanor, it was extravagant -- (however you would never hear her say those words) almost a dream she would pinch herself to make sure this was actually real.
even of a workaholic like herself found a friend, it would certainly be short-lived, right? her finger absentmindedly traced around the rim of her teacup, the tea now cold.
her great blues shone in alarm, this was -- alarming. it sent signals into her brain. the wrong kind of signals. the liquid in the teacup turned to ice. to her horror the thought of luke finding out, it became so real to her now. though, what harm would it be? eleanor did state the miller girl was pretty.
"you do love to include yourself into this," she mumbled to herself, critically looking at the teacup before looking back up to the older woman. "i don't see why not, however, i don't do well with strangers as you already know."
even becoming closely acquainted with eleanor was extremely taxing for nike, considering her walls she so built was torn down just to accept someone into her daily life. "though, have you seen that one girl?" it was way too late, her own thoughts came forth before she could stop. "rhea gale if i remember..."
"i met her at the beach -- she's extraordinarily interesting, but, i don't know if i should trust her even if she's in our coven." no turning back now. "what is your input on her?"
[attr="class","diag"]Eleanor is already clapping her hands in what she feels is clear success, as well as mentally patting herself on the back for a job well done. Nike had agreed, though reluctantly, to her genius idea. It was the best news of the day, perhaps just next to Nina's astounding school grades. Although, quite honestly, she would have imposed her plans on Nike even if she hadn't accepted. Luring her to the bar they spoke of with an emergency call was all too easy for the black-haired witch.
"That's what you'll have me there for, isn't it?" she says cheerfully, and winks at her old friend. Seriously, Nike had done so much for her in the five years since she'd moved into Eclipse, six in a couple of months, that Eleanor was just glad that she finally was getting around to showing her thanks in the best way she knew: by offering her a space to let go and explore her sexuality.
A curious eyebrow rises in response to Nike's inquiry. Nike's initiative. "Rhea Gale?" Eleanor repeats, committing the name to the stranger's name to memory. She had not met the lucky woman yet, sadly, but the light summoner was sure to look her up after this conversation. Now that's something I never expected to hear coming from her, she thinks, and she knows Darling agrees by the way she ruffles her feathers in something akin to a nod.
Smiling, Eleanor sagely answers, "I think she must be pretty interesting indeed if she's caught your attention." The witch hums in thought, wondering just how that meeting went, but careful not to push Nike too much, lest she push back. A first meeting in the beach... It sounded so romantic, so much like a romantic novel already. "I'm afraid I haven't yet had the pleasure of meeting her. Tell me, what is she like?"
With some luck, Eleanor would hit just the right spot for Nike to start spilling out the beans. After all, once the lid was off, it was hard to stop.
Post by nike blackwell on May 16, 2017 21:00:00 GMT
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she didn't know where to start and maybe that was a sign. a sign where she could cut off this conversation and let the older woman guess. she took a few moments to consider what to say and how to phrase it properly without any hint of her expressing her odd attraction towards rhea -- may it be good or bad. however, at the back of her throat, nike could feel how the acid was building up.
nike lightly traced her fingers on the rim of the teacup again, staring into the frozen liquid. "she's... she's a thorn, i don't know much, i was just at the beach reading until she popped out of nowhere."
she fell silent, looking around cautiously before letting out a frustrated sigh. "she's frustrating... thinking about others -- even i know better than to trust someone like that.. so annoying."
"salt and peppered hair, a bit around my height, though shorter, bangles and she looks almost like a rogue assassin would look like, but with a smile." she explained rhea, unsure of what else to say.
[attr="class","diag"]There is something to the way Nike falls silent for a moment, to the way she seems unsure as to how to proceed, that makes Eleanor smile both inwardly and outwardly. The older witch watches her friend fiddle with her cup for the eighth time, refusing to drink its contents or perhaps having been long done with them but unwilling to refill it, and she immediately knows she's got more chances of hooking her up with this Rhea Gale than with Carey Miller, despite the quite literally thorny way with which her description of the witch starts.
Of course, she's still planning to ask the bartender out, but for now she decides to focus on the topic Nike was even more focused on.
"I see," she offers first and foremost, slowly mulling over the silver-haired woman's words. It did sound like a very complicated first meeting, although she actually didn't see anything wrong in trusting Nike, of all people. Sure, she could be a little grumpy and rough upon first meeting her, but she was such a sweet darling. She wonders just how old Rhea was, though if Nike's in-depth description of her appearance was anything to go by, she couldn't possibly be that much younger.
Eleanor can't help the hearty laughter that erupts out of her mouth when the witch is described as a "rogue assassin with a smile." That was certainly not what she had been expecting when she first asked Nike about her. "Sounds like someone you'd get along well with, then, with your grumpy rogue assassin looks," she jokes. Nike was just too cute.
"Are you actually frustrated at how she seemed to trust you straight off the bat, or at not knowing how to deal with her trust?"
Post by nike blackwell on Jul 7, 2017 20:41:17 GMT
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i see.
nike looked at eleanor, not out of curiosity but out of confusion. was this even right? nike just confessed her thoughts and feelings. rather than it being a confession of love or even remote interest, it was out of frustration -- at least, to her that is.
"both!" she exclaimed, standing up abruptly before sitting back down to calm her nerves. "it's both, and i don't know what i should do? she's interesting, yes, but, there's something about her that is so familiar to me."
nike bit her bottom lip. she wondered what should she say? what to even talk about. the talk about rhea gale made her rile up in confusion. "i'm happy with my relationship with luke as is, i don't really need to have someone invading my mind every single time i see them." she covered her mouth with her hand, lost in her thoughts by now. how do i feel?
"what do you think ele? should i... i don't know, talk to her? or should i just ignore her when she comes near?" she was confused, perhaps even more.
