#lncanting

"Never met a pizzard before."

She's met her fair share of spell casters and witches that weaved their magic into food, but no one associated with that damn tower... she seems nice.

"Any who. what herbs do you happen to have?"

@lncanting is calling , pick up phone!

" what else was i supposed to do ? "

[ 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ ] || accepting!

@lncanting asked:

" i'm genuinely surprised that i got even one bingo. " are you though, noel. are you really, miss "death is elegant."

are you hades's type?

Sweet Heels of Achilles, would you just look at all those little pretty moons decking out the place? Dark mist pours and snakes over Noel's shoulders, leafing through her dark locks like cold breeze, haunted by a faint impression of fingers as Hades comes to lean down low over the witch's shoulders to peer at the card. He gives an impressed whistle.

"Got a sweet spot for the dark, Noel?" He chuckles, hands cupping her shoulders. "We're pretty compatible! I mean, if you were anyone else I might bust your chops on the 'dog lover' mark, but I know you witchy gals love your cats. I'm not opposed to them, either." He actually quite likes them, specifically the funny little orange ones and sleek black ones. "Far as I'm concerned, we're a match made in Hades. ~"

He's teasing, of course. He loves to tease.

|| Hit that ♥ ! ||

“Pero what about the rest of those fancy things, huh? You sell all that, too?”

He was getting used to the shop. He didn’t understand the product exactly, but he understood that she was making decent money from it. Invisible to all else who entered, Héctor had little choice but to continue conversation with the only chica who could hear ; he had spent too long being ignored while being visible, he didn’t want to feel it again. He reclined in his spot, bony heel hooking onto the ledge, spine cracking as pieces settled into place.