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@cosmicfell

“Welcome to Wonderland Cafe. What can I get you?” The blond asked as he stood at the side of the table, note pad to take the order. This was supposed to be Hannah’s table, but his step-sister was currently through the back with Alissa and a first aid kit after absentmindedly dropping a glass and then trying to clear it up with her bare hand. 

It really was more Livie’s idea than Iris’, but they had both agreed easily. They had been thinking of adding a third person to their relationship for a while, but hadn’t found the right person. But Livie had realized how well they both seemed to mesh with Alona. Sure, she was a bit younger than both of them, but that didn’t really bother either of them. It had started out pretty subtle, not wanting to scare the blonde away from them, but they tried to drop hints that they were interested. Everyone in the bar knew that Livie and Iris were dating, but only a few knew that they were polyamorous. 

           so    long now    he had been     hers   faithfully.    since the   night she had    been   brought to him.     dragged into    the crumbling   castle walls by    two knights    from her own   palace.    believing that    the monster   that resided within    would rip her    to shreds.    he had   instead   destroyed the   men,   tearing them   limb from     limb within  the   form of his dragon.     although he    was indeed    a monstrous   creature,   he would never    have harmed an   innocent.    a child of   four    no less.    he’d   brought her  into his   home,   raising her   with the   affections of a    father.    &&   the firm,   steady hand    of a    brother.      he    was whomever   she needed him   to be.    their  bond having   grown   in the  short span of     time    that he had   been   involved with her.   keeping   her hidden    from the world,   he would venture to the    village,    in his   human form,    bringing her   clothes,    &&    books as she   grew.   keeping her   safe,    &&     without   realizing it,    falling   in love.    it was   forbidden by    his own kind.   the affections of a    dragon   towards a   human.            although he   could take a  human’s   shame,    he was   not a  human.    he   could not  remain    in one’s   form,    &&    were he   to falter   he   could end up     perishing   because of it.    so he   laid at night   as a dragon,   curled around his   princess,    &&     by day   he was   a human,   softly   nurturing her.    he’d    made a vow    long   ago that    he wouldn’t    love again.    that such   a thing      was out of    the question   for a   heart so   closed,     but he    did love.    &&     he always    would.     it was   in soundless   compliance that    he came to their shared   sleeping   quarters,    his human   form still in   tact,   her request to    have a    conversation with him,    causing his   natural   curiosity    to peak   within.       ❛     what   do   you need,   princess   ??     is something    the matter    ??     ❜    he offered her    a lent ear,    settling on the   blankets,   letting his   hands rest   in his   lap,   as he   listened.

“Sorry princess you just missed your pal, mommy’s strung out in the bathroom so she went to go get air. You are more than welcome to wait right here with me for her.”

“i just watched murphy trip over a log. i feel bad for laughing, but he’s  having a goofy day.”

Based on: i’m a ghost and you live in my old house and i can’t talk to you directly but i can enter your dreams so hi there how you doing.

Time was different when you were dead, Esme decided. She couldn’t quite tell exactly how long it had been since she had been murdered dead, but she had roamed her empty home for what seemed like an eternity. The first sign of activity startled the young woman, and she hid in the shadows despite knowing from past experiences that no one would be able to see her anyway. But it gave her a sense of security, a sense of control, to linger in the background and watch on as someone settled down their new life in what was once her home. And she hoped the pretty blonde who was moving in had a better life in this house than she had.

It didn’t take very long for Esme to decide to show herself, at least in some sort of form. Being a ghost in an empty house was one thing, but when a living person was occupying it, she actually began to feel lonely. she had observed the girl enough to know that maybe they could actually be friends, so after gaining enough courage - and energy - she entered the girls dreams.

Except... she hadn’t thought far enough ahead about what she would do once she was there. “Hello.” She spoke from behind the girl, timidly shifting on her feet and wondering if this was a good idea. What would she say? ‘Oh hey, I’m the dead girl that used to live in your house. Wanna be friends?’ “Your name is Alona, isn’t it?”