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eden doesn't hear them walking by, she thought she was alone in her apartment but as a shadow is cast over her, she's greeted by a familiar face. her housemate (npc) must have left the door unlocked, or had a friend over. it would have been fine, had the female not being singing along to the lyrics of drivers license as though no one else had been around. "oh my god -- how much of that did you hear?"
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"where are we going?" eden asked her father as she emerged outside, and he presented her with a blindfold that she at first, pulled away from. "on a journey, a surprise, my sweet girl." her eyes softened, kindness from her father was few and far between and in truth, she craved that affection from the man because he offered it to her in such rare snippets. she'd tried her whole life, to be a daughter worthy of his affection, to be something for him to be proud of, but no matter what she was to do he would find and pick fault. when she was a child it was a stutter and as an adult, it was everything. from her lack of suitor to the fact she'd stick her head in a book and forget the day, that she preferred baking with the maids than partaking in afternoon tea with ladies.
eden sat in the carriage for hours, her eyes covered, though at some point she fell asleep only to awake with hands that felt like steel gripping her upper arms. "father?" no response. "father?!" a panic quickly laced in to her and yet, she could've pulled hard enough to break her arms, that grip on her was not about to budge. she was being dragged, her feet and limbs twisting and kicking, struggling until she was thrown to the ground. "what's happening- my father he's-" the familiar voice interjected. "my daughter." the blindfold was pulled and the sight was... well she was lost for words. fae. fae that they'd only heard of in stories, they were real. real and utterly... intoxicating, terrifying. these beings were above them, in strength, in everything. "my daughter, in exchange for my peace." her eyes found her fathers and all she found was heartbreak. he didn't care, he had never cared. "you're a monster." was the only thing she seethed at her father. what more was there to say? his choice was made. whatever this fae lord needed with her, she had no idea but she looked to another girl, another human girl just like her on the floor, and she scrambled to her, her hands instantly finding the girl and holding their hands together tightly. "for peace." agreed the fae upon a throne, his voice was dark, menacing. "i suggest you leave, human, before you witness your daughters change."
"it'll be okay, we're going to be okay." eden was turned to the other girl, the woman just like her, in this situation. "it'll be okay, we have each other okay? i wont leave i wont go anywhere without y-" eden was pulled, forced away from her. "let go of me! let go!" she screeched, kicked, tried to hit. it was nothing to them. "put her in the cauldron." the fae demanded and his people, did as told. they lifted eden up, over this thing, this huge black thing and she was sure, it couldn't be anything, just heat right? but her anger... it burned, her desire to pull away, to hold to that girl again. they dropped her. into this cauldron, this endless thing.
eden didn't know how long it'd been, how much time had passed... but she felt earth beneath her, soil and dirt. something under her fingers, her body that felt... why did everything hurt? everything was loud. so loud. she coiled, they'd dumped her out of the cauldron and eden wasn't... the same girl, her ears, that'd been so little now elongated, pointed, otherworldly. she was just like them now.
"her next."
plot: eden is at a fundraising event for her business and the work she does to reduce food waste, accidentally dances with a mafia boss who is there for good appearance, and is oblivious to who they are. open to m 26+.
she'd dressed up for the event, wanted to look her best and if there was a chance she won an award or got any sponsors to keep doing what she did, she wanted to at least look her best in the photos. she wasn't wrong to dress up either, people here had money and clearly, money to waste. the thing was, eden didn't need money to be the prettiest woman in that hall. she was a raven haired beauty, a sweetheart in red, very different to her usual every day self. she was a bakery owner, she normally wore a flour dusted apron and her short dark waves pulled into some form of hair tie... but tonight she looked divine. the red satin of her dress shining with each step.
she wanted to dance, she truly did, people had formed a nice little circle and she'd spent the night talking about her charitable ventures to feed hungry mouths with what would be otherwise wasted, talked about how she made discreet brown bags filled with baked goods and essentials that anyone in need could pick up free of any charge, how she'd do a weekly soup night and the bread used with the soup was only what would've been wasted. in a modern day world she'd never understand why anyone went hungry.
she'd stood watching the people dancing as the song took a slower turn and she just wasn't brave enough to go out there and sway alone, but that's when she heard someone address her and that longing look turned to a sweetheart smile. someone wanted to dance with her? with her? she thought she was invisible most of the time but god, she was not tonight. "i— i can't really dance i'm not..." she stammered a little nervously, looking from the man out to the dance floor and her hand nervously edged from herself, to take the one offered. "are you sure? okay. yeah, yes, i'll dance with you, i'll try my best! i've never really slow danced with anyone before. i'm eden, by the way, i own a bakery in town, you might know it? bread, bakes and books?"
plot: zombie apocalypse but it’s a rare sight to see an alive human out on their own these days, and my muse is very on edge, wary and frightened after her settlement was attacked. open to all.
“put it back.” the click of a gun couldn’t have been louder in the silence of this shop. she’d pried open the door to get in here, it felt safe given that was the only way in or out, it was hard to budge, none of the dead would get in easily. “the— the knife you picked up, put it back. it’s mine. do anything else and i’ll shoot.” that knife was sentimental to her, but you could tell by the waver in her voice, she really didn’t want to kill another human when they were still.. themselves. everyone knew it by now, there’d never be a cure, what those things became.. was not human. eden looked worse for wear, like she’d been surviving on her own for weeks now. her skin stained by dirt and her eyes kept falling to the water slotted into their backpack. she was hungry sure, but thirst was awful. her throat felt like sandpaper. one hand remained holding that gun firmly, the other was holding her own shoulder. she was hurt, and hurt out here was as good as a death sentence. “i don’t want to hurt you, i won’t follow you or anything like that but i.. want that back.” she slightly tilted her head, brows pulling sadly. “please don’t make me do this.”
open to all ; aimed at horror - can go anywhere
“When I was little, I had an imaginary friend.” Eden swallowed as she turned onto the familiar street. Currently for sale, her childhood home loomed. It was so much smaller than she remembered. “Now she's come back.”
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open to all 30+ ; our muses are on a blind date but they know each other somehow
Eden stopped when she got to the table, running a few minutes late as always. Her friend assured her that her blind date would be made aware of that fact. No matter how early she left for an event, the universe conspired against her. Her apology caught in her throat as she looked at them, the person who was supposedly perfect for her. Eden started laughing, dropping into the chair opposite from them. “So, you’re the dreamboat Candace was going on and on about?”
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"Come on Tony, let's go another round." Eden had insisted on learning self defense from him once she learned the level of risk associated with dating a member of the Cannizzaro family. It would have been better to learn when she was younger but never too late. "Don't hold back. Give me a challenge this time." No time like the present and learning how to spar was a fun activity for them to do together.
open to all ; it’s a santa clarita diet thread
“Look, hon, I really appreciate how…. chill you’ve been about all of this. And how you’ve helped me! But things are about to get a lot more serious and I want to give you an out. If you need it, I understand and I won’t hold it against you.” Eden smiled, reaching out to take their hand. “You are the love of my life and I only want what’s best for you. And that includes not committing m*rder with me.”
