Aug 22, 2020
@mothtoflame walked into the wrong alchemist’s shop.
“Hiya! How can I—?”
Eleanor’s chipper smile falls instantly, her nose wrinkling as though she smells something strange. As though she’s not totally convinced of what she’s seeing, she adjusts her glasses. She removes them, wipes them on her shirt, puts them back on, adjusts them again, squints—
“You.” Eleanor says flatly, her jaw set and expression tense. “You can’t be here. You’re a— I mean— There is a lotta silver ‘n... ‘n monkshood in here. Don’t fuck with me. I have a knife! I’m a witch! Go away before... before... ugh, just go!”
#MISC | Queue#THREAD | Eleanor French#mothtoflame#i knOW IM SORRY I NEED TO STOP WRITING STARTERS I JUST.......... I REALLY REALLY NEEDED THIS INTERACTION IN MY LIFE#this is assuming they have not yet met#and this is also assuming abram's need for an alchemist greatly outweighs his need to get the hell out of there#i got hit with insomnia tonight ksfjkldsafjklsaf i came in at some point to grab earplugs#i didn't wanna wake you up so i just tried to sleep on the futon#but instead i stayed up reading modernist poetry and writing starters/replies/drabbles#i'M A MESS OK#if all goes to plan this is the last thing in my queue but like....... who am i kidding#im gonna probably compulsively write like 3 more things for you while you're settling in at work guaranteed
