#mpxabigail

"Hard to say, really. Arawn seems like a pretty hands-off parent, but I don't think he'd take kindly to it - especially since Abigail is such a sweet, naive child... I'd say that Maxim should watch his back. I certainly wouldn't want to be on Arawn's bad side."

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The sharp edge of his fingernails scratched and dug into the soft skin of his thumb. It was a fidgeting habit that he has had for years, unsure of the time when it started. To his siblings, it was a clear indicator about his mood. To him, a pesky tell that he only ever noticed when it was already too late. No matter how much he tried to push his emotions aside, he couldn’t shake the anxiety he was feeling. He was still half-human, after all. 

In the late hours of the evening, when he knew that the restaurant would be closing soon, Maxim walked through the door. A sense of determination radiated from him, as if he was supposed to be there. As if he knew exactly where to go. And he did. He did his research. This has been the third time that he has walked past and into the establishment within the last week. Maxim knew very well where to go, who to talk to if he needed and who to avoid based off of the layout, the rank of the employees and old news snippets that he found in the library. 

He was nothing if not determined. Which is why he knew he had to talk to her. Abigail. Daughter of Arawn. Line cook at Noona. As the son of Phobetor, he may or may not have had to use his powers a fair amount in the past few days to look into her co-workers’ dreams to find out what she looked like—effectively ruining their peaceful slumber in the process. It amused him to think that he might have had good career chances as a spy if he wanted to. From all he could gather, she was helpful and kind—he almost felt bad to use her to get to her father. Then again, he told himself, anybody in his position would do the same, right? He has come too far and fought too hard to fail now and he liked his current situation too much to lose it. Maxim has no intention of hiding again and find a new place to stay. 

It felt like an impossible mission but he eventually made it to the entrance of the kitchen unseen after maneuvering from one room to another, further away from the watchful eyes of the employees and guests with each step. Only when he entered the room, did he notice that he must’ve held his breath at some point. But he had no time to rest. With a calming sigh, he walked over to her.

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Davina had been super excited bopping around the Hallow’s Eve Ball. This was her first time she had ever been to an event, and she was having the time of her life. Every other word was a ‘thank you’ or a compliment, and people seemed to really be enjoying her Raven costume. For Davina, she was nearly on cloud nine. 

And, her enjoyment immediately skyrocketed. Just a few steps ahead of her, she saw a woman in a Starfire outfit. Davina could not help herself, and she quickly rushed to the woman. “Hey! Hey!” She exclaims, finally managing to get in front of the other. And, it was as of she melted, so ecstatic to see someone in a similar themed outfit. 

cooking prompts: currently accepting

it had been one thing to occasionally throw out a flirty comment to the demigoddess (that seem to have gone completely over her head so far, honestly) but it’s another thing entirely when the coffee shop is empty and he gets to chat with her for a bit. she seemed happy enough to talk to him about her own job as well and so that’s what they’ve been doing.

when she mentioned the dish she’s just been describing in detail, his face automatically contorted into something doubtful and unsure, but she’s quick to reassure him it’s the best thing he could ever eat. for a moment he just grins at her like he can’t quite believe it but she looks to convince to call it an outright lie, and then he shrugs.

"like... my honest to gods opinion or the one that is catered to your needs?" han instantly replies when the young woman offers him a mouthful of whatever it is she needs him to taste test. it’s comfortable, spending time with abigail, mainly because he can be more blunt with her in ways that he would never risk using with most of his older friends.

“because i was raised politely but if you’re asking me opinions i was also raised to be honest, i’m just not sure which one you’d prefer.”

and then he puts the food in his mouth (because he has absolutely zero patience in his entire body) and his expression promptly alights with absolute delight, eyes growing wide and his hums of approval telling her more than enough most likely.

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what better job for a former business empire heir and retired model than to make coffee and serve it to people just trying to get a pick-me-up on their heavy days? loren feels perfectly at ease among the bags of coffee beans, takeaway cups and the glass counter that gives every customer a perfect view of his handlings, but also gives him a perfect view of every customer.

so let it be known that he enjoys his work, and he enjoys people watching, but what he enjoys most is handing drinks to complete strangers and letting them be accompanied by nice and flowery words and one of his signature charming smiles. so that’s exactly what he does most of the time with every customer that passes him by, gender notwithstanding.