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            // independent & selective hypnos of greek mythology — written by kaitlyn

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            STILL STUNNED BY THE GODDESS’ PRESENCE, she found it hard to talk, timbre airy and light and more like a whisper as if she were afraid her normal tone would engender MORE of a disturbance,  ❝ As far as I know, they’ve always been restless around here — my guess is they feel STUCK, trapped… unable to pass over. Can we help them in any way?  With YOUR guidance, something like that should be possible, right? ❞  How she hoped it so, faith strong due to holding Hekate in such HIGH regard like any good medium would do.

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            NODDING VIGOROUSLY, Alma held her right pinky up, words affirmative,  ❝ I won’t. Promise. ❞  At least he seemed appeased; if the vikings were as FEROCIOUS as media portrayed them, their gods must be even more savage — the last thing she wanted to do was anger him, especially since he looked like he could BREAK her in half with his bare hands, or worse: use his written talent to DRAG her through the mud, like Loki had apparently done to everyone in Lokasenna. Yikes.  ❝ Ah, well… Thanny tends to mind his own business MOST of the time, so you probably don’t have to worry about him too much!  But… ❞  she started, voice lowering just slightly,  ❝ I’ll try to keep him in CHECK, just in case. ❞  For a second the girl’s mind started to wander, picturing him in olden attire, leathers and furs adorned with animal bones and river-washed rocks that shined like GEMS, a lengthy, braided beard, and a lyre in his hand; akin to artwork she’d seen in one of her history books.  ❝ — Are you on vacation right NOW? ❞

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            ❝ MAYBE A 5% CHANCE, and that’s being generous… ❞  Better to lowball it, than have hopes as high as the sky — pessimism was not a characteristic Alma usually exhibited, but for some reason this MESS of emotions, so overwhelming and persistent, left her viewing the glass half-empty. That and she suddenly felt the need to indulge in one of Yenna’s seven shots, the soju BURNING as it cascaded down her throat, face distorted with instant regret over its off-putting taste. Hard to swallow, just like her predictions for the future.  ❝ It can’t possibly go WELL, can it?  Everything will end up awkward and sad, and he’ll never want to speak to me again, and I’ll wish I’d never spilled my heart out, and Aphrodite will LAUGH at the way she’s cursed me— ❞  She could go on and on, like a slippery slope, yet managed to contain herself for the vixen’s sake.

Hans Christian Andersen, “The Little Mermaid”  (via rabbitinthemoon)