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✧ — ❛ don’t you need to  look  in order to  see?  anyway, i doubt you’ve been watching cassy—da’s every move lately. and well, how much do you want for those earrings? they look pretty. ❜

          ”--i wished it worked that way for me, old friend.” she looked at the earrings and any solemness that grew, disappeared. “well for that pair, i personally handmade it so,” she winked at her friend, “you can have it as a gift. for free.”

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✧ — ❛ anything but a discount? my gossip is  top notch … and you wouldn’t even give me a small discount for it? not that i’d need it — this is a matter of principles. ❜

          “as tempted as i am...business has been rather slow today. but there is the possibility i’ve SEEN your gossip, too.”

❛ just because we’ve been friends for quite a bit, don’t expect me to let you in on all the  hot gossip  without getting anything in return. ❜

          “i can give you anything but a discount in return, a girl has to make some money. i have an employee to pay, after all.”

THE PAST // THE ONE WHO WALKS ON ROADS OF THE PAST // XAVIA // THE PRESENT // THE ONE WITH THE BRAIN THAT HAS TOO MANY TABS OPEN // SORS // THE FUTURE // THE ONE WHO HAS SEEN A BIT TOO MUCH OF WHAT’S YET TOO COME // CYRUS — @deceitfulheart & @sorcierex

her entire body tensed and sherry’s hands clenched to fists, ichor freezing in her veins. she turned, facing the other woman but her formerly calm and  kind  smile had turned dangerous. as she spoke, her voice was honeysweet poison dripping off a dagger. ❛ i think we will fare better today if you do not ask about things pertaining to my life, cyrus, ❜ she said softly before dark eyes glinted dangerously. ❛ unless, of course, you want me to remind you of my  other  domain. ❜

          “relax, arden. im not trying to do anything bad,” she was being truthful, “i just want to know if you have because--” she’s seen things involving the two of them, “of well...how chi’s been. i’ve only heard from my mother and i know he managed to crawl out of whatever hole he buried himself in.”

❛ i quite like the cherry wood dresser over there. ❜

         it happened, at times. customers came in, fell in love with a piece of furniture, and then violet had to wait for them to pick it up on a later day. the woman paused and then sat in the chair behind the counter. there was a question she wanted to ask, but felt hesitant. after another sip of her tea, she went with it. “have you spoken to my brother recently?”

❛ at the risk to  provoke  a cliché — i’m not like other people, cyrus, ❜ the other goddess sighed, a trace of annoyance flickering within her eyes. yes, this was what she had expected. ❛ and no worries — i’m  behaving. ❜

          “then please consider some merchandise, arden. wednesdays are our slow days.”

❛ —violet, ❜ she said, sighing deeply as perfectly manicured fingers tapped against wood. ❛ what makes you think i need a favour? ❜

          “that’s usually what others want from me.” she said at last. she raised an eyebrow at the tapping fingernails, “be careful with the wood, it’s brand new. so what are you here for, then?”