“In all fairness,” Luce began her announcement and raised an index finger. “I always thought you’d rather have me borrowing your clothes other than the thought of me traversing through the streets of Paris in my birthday suit. So, in the end, I took things out of your wardrobe for your own benefit,” Lucille stated, a chuckle coming out from her. “Oh, mon ami, you’re forgetting tea traditions. We tend to be excellent at it,” the woman added. It might have been a joke at her own expense, but, she didn’t mind it. “During my first week here, I thought this was my intervention. Needless to say that I did not like the idea one bit. It should have been of common knowledge that whatever this is, whichever sort of arrangement we might have, we would prove to be a lot more agreeable should they offer us alcohol,” Luce reasoned. “But, you’re not wrong.”

She sat, looking out at the stream and holding her phone on her lap as she wondered why August wasn’t answering. There was probably no reason to worry. It’d only been a couple hours - maybe he was just working on something important with someone. But the more time she was left alone, the more time Aria had to worry about balancing the damage the de-siring spell had done and keeping her promise to Philippe in exchange for August’s safety. Her overwhelmed calendar was the reason she was there, in the forest, trying to process everything in the first place.

Perhaps Aria should have seconded guess every urge that overcame her to seek thoughtful alone time in the forest. Even near a calm stream the beauty and tranquility of the forest during the day was complete bullshit just as it was at night. As pretty as it was, dangers lurked at every corner. And yet, Aria loved the forest. She was stubborn. Most of the time, at least where she was that day, the witch only heard the fast running of four legged creatures passing by to get to their packs. They never stopped to pay her any mind and Aria didn’t bother them.

But, on second thought, perhaps she should have second guessed just how close the wolves would be. She begun to hear leaves rustling nearby and was sure there was someone there, watching her. Aria inhaled deeply, waiting for whoever it was to step out of the shadows of the trees. “...I’m not here to bother you,” she muttered. “Sorry if I, err, stole your spot... or something.” Aria squinted, trying to make out who was there. 

after a long day in the studio, roxanne decided to treat herself to an icee on her way home. the shop was a hole in the wall, the kind of place that wasn’t frequented but it was a gem on the block for all of your convenience store needs. she filled the foam cup to the brim with the frozen coca-cola treat and blindly reached for a straw. haphazardly, she’d bumped right into someone and immediately she turned to apologize but was caught off guard when she saw celeste’s face. “sorry--oh,” she began. “sorry about that, i was just trying to get a straw.”