#closed-starter

Today was a day Yukiko had been silently dreading. A highly respected fashionista was staying at their family inn. As Inaba was a small, rural, gossipy town, it was likely to draw unwanted attention to their historic inn. 

Additionally the guest had ordered their most expensive rooms, and services. Which included a maid like personal server. To guide her and help them out. As the guest was high profile, and the rest of the maids were busy, or spooked. yukiko had volunteered for the work, she was the inheritor to the inn after all.

In front of the rooms paper door, the maiden quietly gulped. Her rail thin body, glad in an exquisite red kimono, shook slightly as she steadied herself. She had heard how the other maids had had to help the guest carry something. Did she have a lot of luggage? Maybe that is what the tea she had requested was for.

Knocking on the wood of the sliding door yukiko called out, in a soft voice. ‘’Miss Rarity-sama. Excuse me, your tea is ready.’’ She waited for a reply before entering.

she was naive. believing love was something she’d get. but she still couldn’t help but hope it was in her cards. now she gets by with short flings, one night stands and shopping. she was a celebrity. there was always a need to be the best dress. to be trendy and current.

vivienne liked watching others. seeing peoples taste. what they gravitated to. debating in her head if they looked good with their picks or not. it was a weird quirk but it made her feel more grounded. looking to her left, she spotted a woman holding a blouse.

             ❝ that looks good on you. you should buy it. ❞

when her phone had alerted her of his message. elsie wasted no time in showering and dressing into something black. she knew how to act around people. she wasn’t a complete loss. like always. it didn’t take her long and she had known exactly where to meet the boss. after all, she had worked for the man for awhile now. 

            ❝ you called boss ? ❞

Killian pulled back from the brunette he was lovingly kissing, a smile on his face. “I’ll meet you around seven then, I reckon training with go late with the season being so close,” he told her, stroking the hair from her face. “See you later,” the brunette replied, pecking the corner of his mouth once more before she stepped out from elevator that had opened. They were in the headquarters of the local newspaper, where his new girlfriend was a reporter. He, however, was here to take an interview with the sports editor, about his new role as Assistant Coach of the Fitchburg Finches.

He never noticed the familiar face that was waiting to board the elevator until the brunette had stepped out and he’d looked out of the open doors.

her husband had eyes watching her everywhere. wanting to know her every move but vivienne was smarter than him. after all, a woman had to always remain one step ahead. luckily for her the building had been empty of anyone. or at least she had believed.

              ❝ anyone tell you staring isn’t proper... ❞

setting the phone down at the sound of a chair being pulled out, vivienne looked up towards margaux, a bored face present on her face.

             ❝ took you long enough. did you forget about our date? ❞

'This has to work. It... has to.' She thought to herself, feeling a bit desperate after what happened in the lords castle. The fact that , her power had gotten so out of control and almost killed many innocent people, from which a few of her friends were a part of, she just couldn't stay. She needed to find something, someone who could teach her how to properly use her gifts and powers, not just wing it like she had been doing for the last three years.

With everything done, she slowly spoke out the final lines from the book and took a step back, as the magical circle, would begin to glow...