#mal ojo

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Reblog for self love

MAL OJO: CLOSED

Iann salvaged what he could from the rubble, after the entire building collapsed.  He got Iddy to help with the heavy lifting; only Iddy.  Iann didn’t want any one else’s help for this.  

His wife and him bought the building together. Their shop  - a place to settle and be secure.  A home. Where his wife could grow and learn and Iann could work and discover. They loved Mal Ojo, every inch of it. They found changeling skeletons in there, they saw ghosts of their guilt in there, they endured raids and hauntings in there.  They argued and slept and talked and made love 

They were business partners, friends, spouses - and they both poured their hearts and souls into this building.  The shop became important to the town, even.  Iann had his workshops, his labratory, the storefront, their apartment, the bees on the roof.  His wife had her training room, the stock room, the storefront, the apartment, her garret in the attic to write her songs.  Everything shared, everything mutual.

It was the perfect life.

Iann bent down in the rubble, carefully extracting one of the first old flyers he’d postered Soapberry with for the store’s grand opening.  How the hell did this thing even survive?  It wasn’t that long ago - barely three years?  Not that long and now it was all gone, as if the building simply refused to remain standing.  His wife took her love away, and the building took the memories.

Iann’s fingers brushed across his wife’s sweet and inviting face, his own expression shadowed and indiscernible.  And then he folded the flyer up, and tucked it into his pocket.  

His wife was drowned, and now Mal Ojo was over.   Home became a memory.  

(ooc)

In Iann’s cabinets, he’s got mostly Dr Bronners items - the peppermint hair creme (for his moustache), liquid soap and lip balm, and the lemongrass-lime shaving soap and lime body balm for dry skin.  He stocks a collection of Neem toothpaste, dental floss and electric toothbrush head replacements.  He uses a regular razor, not a straight-edge.  

Plastered everywhere in town, generally in close proximity to the Bell Investigation notices, was another advert that proclaimed:

MAL OJO: HEART COLLECTION

IF YOU HAVE A LEFTOVER HEART FROM FEB 14th AND WANT TO BE RID OF IT, BRING DIRECTLY TO MAL OJO, 800 MAIN ST

Hearts will be tendered into research, answers will be sought, information will be discovered.  Revelations personally provided at a minimal fee.

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