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Beauty and the Beast

"Take me. Take me instead of my sister." Of course, it was Nerissa who had gotten herself captured by the "beast" all of the villagers spoke of. And of course, it was Eirena who stepped in, who offered her life in place of the more beautiful twin.

"Am I now? And what do good boys get?"

"Why do you know so much about me?"

inspired by: Amnesia Prompts

A frown creased his forehead as two things became clear to the angel. One: the man he had greeted on the street was, indeed, Dustfinger; and two: he did not remember Aziraphale.

"I was only teasing, " There was a gentle reassurance in Alena's voice as gaze softened upon meeting his, apologetic for any hurt feelings he might have. It wasn't her attention.

It was a chilly evening, which made the crowds relatively sparse. Yet the street wasn't empty enough for Zoe's liking. She ran about the square, pleading with tourists and minglers to evacuate, before pushing through a small gathering and flapping her hand at the street performer, who at least had some people's attention. "Everybody needs to get out of here! Can you help me clear the square? There's not much time left!"

[1920s Theme from @firejugglinghobo (Hi! :))]

4. There is a new exhibit of finds from Egypt at the museum; some items are said to be cursed. ------------

"Yes," Thera sighed into the receiver, "I've ... wait." She necked the phone briefly between shoulder and ear as she finished what she'd been doing, fishing in her purse for money to throw into a busker's hat. The man had just put on a pretty spectacular show, and she had no problem paying him in return.

Crouching, she tossed some coins and a paper 10 into the hat with a smile and a "That was awesome, thanks!" Before going back to her phone.

Dustfinger couldn't believe his eyes, or his luck. For days, he'd been wallowing in the deepest fear he'd ever experienced, certain that he'd be sold into cruel labor to shorten his years under a heavy load and a bent back. Or else made to serve some rich master or mistress who considered him more of a thing than a person, fading into the shadows until he became little more than decoration.

He allowed his face to be turned toward hers, wonder mingling with the fear of his expression. This same mysterious woman kept showing up just when he needed her most. "It wasn't purposeful, I can assure you. I don't understand how..." Was it fate? Some sort of magnetism between them that neither of them could understand? Some third party pushing them together? @firejugglinghobo continued from HERE.

She eyed him up and down, a careful measure in her thoughts as she takes stock of him. His reaction to this. His expression, she found un-cypherable but it was his voice that made her consider his words as truth.

Confounding. It felt beyond rhyme or reason. Almost... fated. The same thought occured to her at the same time, only her vantage on fate far differed from his.

A breath of not unpleasantly cold air rolled from her mouth and spilled down the dais, across the room. Someone or a few someones were going to be reamed in the very near future.

And then, when he'd packed up? He'd surprised her. He didn't return to the town, but had instead set fourth into her forest. Was he a hunter, like Robyn's father? Had he set out to light her home ablaze with his fire sticks? Or was he a new resident, unknown to she and her pack?

She'd shaken a beetle from her fur and followed. The wolfwalker had held back far enough to track the man by scent, rather than sight. He smelled of smoke, but generally had a more natural smell compared to most townies; more like her than them. And there was another trail leading from him, too. Something furry.