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#[ you could not burn me ] #mona @ everything

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How different does it feel, being a God? Gold nectar is smeared across Hera’s lips and she feels it with the tip of her tongue. She stares at the reflection of her sins on the golden cup, snarling and laughing at her, countless, and wonders; if being a God is something hallowed and almighty, something ruinous and celestial, then why don’t I feel anything at all? Hera stretches on her throne, smiling. Her heart is no softer than the hardest diamond. She knows what it feels to be holy.

gods don’t feel (demi ev.)

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agarrcway:

Alec glanced around the Rowan when he walked in, having seen it unboarded for the last couple of days and had decided to go and inspect the competition. It was quiet when he walked in, but after a minute or so he picked up the sound of a heartbeat then a gentle voice in the back somewhere. 

He just waited for her to appear. “Nothing at the moment. Just wanted to say welcome to the neighbourhood. I work over at the Bear.”  

Mona cocked her head to the side, eyeing the stranger. She could feel a tingle in the back of her spine, a tingle she was very familiar with. Her grandmother had taught her how to sense another’s power, but this was no witch. Something else. A small, devious grin crept to her lips at the thought. 

“The Bear? What’s the Bear? I’ve met a few bears in my life, fought one with my bare hands once even, but I don’t believe you’re referring to a grizzly.” She laughed before leaning back to peek under the counter and grab a bottle of whiskey. “You may have passed on a drink, but I’ve got no shame in taking up my own offer.” Mona slid two glasses between them before pouring her own, leaving his empty before bringing her own to her lips. 

“So, what kind of entertainment is there in this neighborhood, exactly?” 

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Desdemona hadn’t planned on buying the bar. Truthfully, she’d came to Redmour with every intention of staying private with herself and her practice, but when she saw The Rowan’s shabby glory something in her decided to take a leap. Why not? She’d asked herself. After all, its been seventy or so years - she hadn’t owned a bar yet. 

She was always looking for something new to pique her interest. To kill time. The never ending time...

Mona groaned, shaking her head and bringing herself back to reality before shoving her dusty old trunk under the oak altar she had half assembled before her. The Rowan had grown in value to Mona once she’d uncovered a hidden cellar, the entrance camouflaged by boards in the back of the beer room, and only those who pressed on the right loose panel would know it opened up to a short and questionable staircase leading down. It was there she’d started unpacking her craft supplies, which after sixty or so years of travel had grown extensively. It would be a long job, and Mona knew she had to peek back to reality to make sure the bar she’d only just signed on to wasn’t up in flames. 

Making her way past the mounds of boxes and up the set of stairs, Mona pulled the panel to the side and slid through, greeted by the bright lights of the beer room. “A door lost and now found, keep my secrets safe and underground.” She chanted softly, her fingers pressed against the wood before hearing a satisfying thud. She grinned. Sealed. Turning on her heels she popped past the swinging door to meet a face behind the bar, 

“Oh, I hope you haven’t been waiting around long.” Mona quipped quickly, “Inventory day, y’know. Regardless, first drink’s on the house, what can I get you?”

#redmour:starter #i tried my best #i apologize 90% of this is babble

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Happiness is nothing but temporary moments here and there - and I love those. But I would be bored out of my mind if I were happy all the time.

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you’ve seen the dog outside of town, lying where the witches were buried.

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