#diviningtime

Her eyebrows rose in amusement, “ Honestly? I was hoping for as long as possible. ” She replied with a straight face, hand wrapped around the cup, of course she couldn't hold it like a normal person.

“ But Iris really believed in you… at first. After first five days I won 10 bucks, then $1 for every day you didn't notice. ” Quick math in her head got the number. “ She owes me 23 dollars as of now. ” Vivi flashed a grin. “ Though I think she lost something more than money — last bits of faith in you. ”

"You're very colorful. And loud," Billy told the woman. He had glanced her over, mostly looking up until he reached her face. But the thing was, he'd almost never met someone new.

Something seemed wrong. He hadn't seen the mailman, or Aunt Agnes, in ages. He wasn't sure when the last time he saw his dad, and when he thought about it, his mom either, and that was actually weird. She was usually around. He glanced back, trying to find her red hair, or anything familiar. "Have you seen my brother, Tommy?"

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[ ϟ ]—–Above the door the bell gives a single, bright chime, a sound small enough to be devoured by the hum of the city outside. Yet te presence that crosses the threshold is anything but small; it drags the scent of rain and ozone it is wake, that faint shimmer of air that clings when lightning has passed a sliver too near.

The god does not belong in a place like this, among mysterious smoke and soft-voiced promises; thunderer fills the narrow shop as though he might bend its frame by accident, broad and imposing. Gaze roams calmly and curiously over velvet drapes and tarnished mirrors, noting decks of cards worn thin by the touch of seekers, until it finds and settles on the woman.

' Madam Calderu,' and greeting comes with tone and gravity he believes a title should have, a faint incline of head accompanying the words. A brief, utterly short moment there is hesitation, studying her with interest, ceruleans void of the awe mortals might offer.

' I have come seeking counsel, though perhaps not the kind you are used to give.'

Moving closer there is a measured control of steps, the air around the broad frame becoming almost humid.

' I am told your readings find truth in those who no longer believe in it,' and the faintest glint of mirth edges around the deep bass. ' If you would both honor and indulge me with your insights, I would be very grateful.'

The last thing that Percy wanted to admit was that he had no clue if what she was doing was normal or not. He didn't even know what she was doing in the first place, nor any clue on how to react to it. Though he did suppose that Sally got a bit wild when she saw a mouse. Or rat - he couldn't figure out the difference between the two yet. "I can handle it. Hey, bud."

The small creature stopped, sniffing the air. "You're not allowed to be here. Do you mind?"

This was the second time Angelica had been led to her death, barely able to hold herself up from mistreatment while she had languished in a cell. Before, she had been taken to a hangman's noose, now it was to a stake. There would be no reviving her after the flames had taken her, as Edward had done when he cut her free once the crowd had been satisfied that she was well and truly dead.

' who left this mess? ' / @diviningtime