luna ignis

“Fairly sure, there are ways to do so.  Specialty items and all at certain stores,” he commented.  From the way things sounded, he agreed her child would enjoy the peace in the home if the parents divorced.  “It is hard to let go of things,” he responded as he took a drink from his beer.  “You make a commitment with someone and losing them seems worse than the alternative.  Even in a loveless marriage.”

"That, or I could use my own services," Zita teased & took a sip of her own drink, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “You’re right, it’s not easy to let go. Even when a marriage has turned cold, there’s something about holding onto that old promise. It’s almost as if breaking it would be a greater loss than the marriage itself. I suppose we’re all fools for love in one way or another.”

“Just two please,” he responded.  Although he wished to order more given his sweet tooth.  However, the fae knew he couldn’t rely on sweets to make him feel better forever.  “Oh, well maybe if it is old I might be able to find something similar in the thrift store here in town,” he responded.  “Thanks, I guess I can always try online too.”  As he kept looking around and waiting on his treat, he smiled.  “So, do you enjoy baking?  By the way I’m Mik,” he said, trying to be friendly since he decided to move back into town.

She nodded & put two of the delicately designed cupcakes into the box. "I'm sure you'll be able to find it somewhere. This wasn't the only one when I bought it," she encouraged. She didn't thrift often but understood it was something that the younger generations did & seemed to enjoy. "Nice to meet you Mik." She offered a small smile and then nodded. "I enjoy baking. It's a nice hobby."

"I think you should shut the store down for a little bit. Half an hour, perhaps?" Gabriel offered casually, despite the same prominent smirk on his face. He could spare some of his very expensive time, especially for someone like her. "I promise I'd make it worth every single second."

Zita glanced around the cafe as she considered his offer. No one would come in, at least not for another hour, & she knew that. She looked at the open sign. She could easily write 'Be back in an hour!' And the second she decided to do so, she squinted at the man in front of her before grabbing and taking out a blank piece of receipt paper & writing the note. The hellhound walked to the door after grabbing a piece of tape and stuck it on the door, flipping the Open sign to Closed. "You have 30 minutes exactly."

“Can you blame me, beautiful?”  The wolf remarked with a playful smirk.  Of course, it disappeared hearing about her husband and just the frustrations she had to deal with.  “Damn, not sure what to say.  Sounds like a pussy.”  However, he decided to give someone advice for the situation, which was met with disdain.  “My bad, just figured might as well get yours.”  It was a lot to take in, the two wanted different things but he respected her.  “Have you thought about just leaving him?  You could handle yourself on your own and as you said, the teenager is nearly grown up.  And I am sure they fucking know you can’t stand their dad.  But hey, what do I know?  My life is shit,” he commented as he took a drink.

"Oh, not at all. If I could fuck myself, I would." Zita was vain. A narcissist. She knew this & wasn't ashamed of it either. She could admit her flaws & didn't have to change them either. She swirled her drink around in her cup as she thought to herself. "I'm sure the child would love the peace," she mumbles & then groans to herself. She takes a big gulp of her drink before getting up. She walks towards the cupboards, grabbing a plate & then two slices of pizza before sitting back down. "I don't get why he just won't get the idea to leave. I clearly don't love him--why does he bother?!" At that moment, it started to regret the facade it wanted to keep up to appear normal. It should've left in the beginning & started an entirely new life in this new vessel.

Min-ji hummed with interest as she stepped forward, the young fae woman's nose wiggled as she sniffed the air around the boxed up pastries, already able to smell their sweetness wafting into the air. They didn't look very cute and this she was honest in, "They look rather plain, don't you think?" Their coating of soft powdered sugar was kind of fun but aside from that, the orbish sweet cookie looked simple and not very aesthetic at all, "I'd have a hard time getting good pictures of them," she said honestly, picking one up and out of the box, her fingertips dusting with powdered sugar. One bite was all it took though for her reaction to brighten, gleaming in her eyes as she looked at Zita, "Oh! But they're delicious! It almost makes up for how plain they look."

Plain? Zita looked at the treats again and realized the young fae was right. They were round & powdered, the pecans hiding inside. She nodded in understanding, wondering if there was a way she could spice up the sweets to make it more aesthetically pleasing for the woman's pictures. But she watched her take a bite & immediately lit up with her. "I'm glad you like them!" Zita exclaimed. She set the plate down on the counter, allowing Minji to take more if desired. She hummed in thought, tapping a finger on her chin. "Maybe I can do a drizzle topping? What flavors do you recommend? I made plenty more so we can experiment if you have time?"

Zita hummed softly in response as she set the item in her cart. She turned to look at the girl again. She took a clear note of the rambling, the conversation seeming to drag on longer than the hellhound expected. As she took a quick glance of her up & down, she noted how young she looked. Not naive young, but the type of young that you would expect to babble. "Impatience gets the job done. Mostly."

"Pardon?" John was busy examining the treats. Beatrice might like these better, though he had no way of knowing. He had half a mind to buy out the shop and let her have her pick of sweets. That would at least get the manager off his back for a time.

Zita looked down at his hand. She couldn't take back what she said it was too late for that. It needed better control over itself. But those hands, it remembered all too well, living in a facade of a vampire once loved by the man in front of her. She cleared her throat and reached out shaking his hand. "Zita Marquez," she answered. "Old friend of Leo Le'Jardin..."

“Thanks hon,” Mikael said with a pleasant smile.  Lately, he found himself turning to sweets as he tried figuring out his own life outside of Hector and New York.  While the woman went to get him the treat he ordered, he watched, maintaining a fairly straight face until she pretended to be confused.  Perhaps that was how she wanted to play it off, not have people questioning what was taking place in the back room.  “Works for me love,” he shrugged.  “Not sure darling, I don’t even know what all the arguing way about, but if we’re pretending nothing happened.  We can always change the subject…such as gurl, I fucking love your top.  Where did you get it?  I’m a bit flat chested as you can see, unlike your fabulous self.  You think they might have my size?”

Zita turned around momentarily to grab an appropriate-sized box to fit a few cupcakes. "How many would you like?" She asked. She watched him closely, raising an eyebrow & then chuckling softly. "Well, it was old but I think I got it at one of those popular stores." She taps the top of the box as she tries to think. In the back of her mind, she's grateful that the man doesn't want to dig into the arguing. Who would want to? It was a waste of time, at least in Its mind. "Ross," she blurted out. "That's where I got it. I'm sure if you can find it, it'll be available in your size too."

"Five years can feel like a life time," Avery nods, he's been here for a little over a month and it already feels like an year, "Its not bad and people do seem nice so thats good ,right?" He smiles, it was just a bit diferent setting for him, but he does appreciate the town. "I Guess, i just don't want to be rude," he tells her, a frown comes over as she goes on "why? Its never too late, why would you want to be stuck in relationship like that?" He wasn't judging, he just really didn't get it. "Oh trust me I probably won't," Ave laughs, "I have no love life....never really felt the need for it."

"I'm older than you think," Zita joked. But it was true. 406 years old on Earth & the Chasm. Oh the stories It could tell. "Very good," she reassured with a cheer. She chuckled softly and shakes her head. "Maybe after our teenager is gone & in college. Don't want to cause any type of stress," she admitted. She then shrugged. "Dont rush it. It comes or doesn't. Sometimes it's better to not."

"How convenient." For me, Gabriel wanted to add, but he opted to be less of an ass at this time of the day. Besides, he had plenty of opportunities to be a cocky bastard that he struggled to step away from. So when Zita questioned him, Gabe leaned a little against the counter, his charming smile as always present on his face. "I was thinking more along the lines of what you'd need. Time away from parasites, perhaps?"

"And fortunate," Zita adds. She wondered if divorce was in the future. Not that It cared one bit. It couldn't stand being married. It wanted the freedom to do anything & anyone. And he wasn't satisfying enough, to tell the truth. She raised an eyebrow at his smile & cocked her head to the side. "And what do you think he need? The parasite is already gone..."

"I like just about everything. All that sounds incredible. Maybe a bear claw and a cup of black tea?"

Zita nodded with a soft smile "One bear claw & black tea coming up." She turned to her electric tea kettle, already filled with filtered water & turned it on allowing it to heat up. She then started to head for the bear claws. "Would you like this warmed up?" She askedbeforehis question.

Roman came back with the two drinks in hand and gave her one of the glasses.  “You know, sometimes I forget your true age because damn you are keeping it tight.”  The wolf playfully teased.  It was hard at times, because when he was married he did have a wife that pampered him and showered him with affection, so he understood where her husband was coming from.  However, Zita was his friend and her husband meant nothing to him.  “Did you explain that the business pays the bills?  Perhaps what you two needs is to fuck it out, it has been my experience that hate sex is some of the best.”  Roman offered up some of his wisdom.  “Fuck, I don’t get it with guys lately.  Maybe I am some old remnant, fuck if I know.”  He swallowed down part of his drink.  “So what are you going to do?”

"You just love to flatter me, you silver-tongued devil," she teased. Nothing would come of their supposed flirting. Banter, she called it. Anyone who read it beyond that would be met with beratement from the hellhound. Roman just happened to be among the few people that she liked. "I explained that to him," she started & then her eyes got wide at his suggestion before her eyebrows furrowed together. "Hell no!" Zita exclaimed. "Fuck him? He can fuck off." She scoffed and shook her head before taking a few gulps of the beverage. "I don't know. We're empty nesters soon & once the teenager is gone...I hope he can leave with them."

"Thanks. Its... A good place to be," he smiles and this is not a lie, is it? After everything Greywood still have him a place where he found other like him, people that could help him, "have you always lived here?" He asks as he watches her preparing his order. "Not for long, I hope?" He raises and eyebrow, "I'm--I'm sorry I don't mean to--be nosy just--you don't seem too happy about it... at least just now, I mean," Ave shakes his head "Oh, no, not married, never been. I'm not....much for dating, I guess...?"

Zita simply nodded. She'd been in Greywood for five years & loved the peace that was offered in the town. The safety. "Five years," she answered. "Not a bad place to be. You seem like you'll it." She shut the box & walked back over to the cash register. "It's okay. Basic conversation based on observations, no?" It didn't like her husband, but it wasn't a touchy subject. "He's....Not my ideal husband anymore but I guess I've been stuck too long to leave." She shrugged. "My advice? Don't marry."

"In this bakery? Better get them out before they impact the bakery - or you." Perhaps Gabriel's statement had more meaning to it than he was willing to admit right now, but the man always enjoyed a decent play of words. In an odd way, it was part of his job anyway. "Maybe a moment of your time? And then a usual croissant would do just fine, too."

Zita chuckled softly at his words with a shake of her head. "Parasite is gone," she joked as she watched her husband walk away from the building through one of the windows. She looked at the male and raised an eyebrow before walking over to the croissants. She picked the biggest one out, placing it in the warmer. "What do you need?"