#mpxesther

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hefting the bag a little better over his shoulder, han reaches for the door handle and gently pushes it open before heading inside of the building. he makes sure the door doesn’t fall closed harshly behind him and then takes all of his bright-eyed enthusiasm over to the first person in sight.

“hi, hello, could you tell me where i could find esther noona? i’ve brought some homemade dog treats and some cat food and i’m here to hang out with her.” he beams a bright smile at the person - who might be esther herself for all he knows - and then looks around to take in the animals that are in the room already, wondering if he would be allowed to just sort of exist here forever.

Carter had never been able to sleep well on a 'normal' schedule. Ever since he could remember, his days felt like nights and nighttime was when he felt more awake, and even then, sleep felt more of a plus rather than a necessity. He'd spent countless nights reading his heart away or drawing to his heart's content, filling pages and pages with whatever thoughts came to mind at 2AM on a school night.

"Not really." He smiled, his eyes twinkling under the artificial lights keeping the park's playground alight. Going to the park with snacks was now a habit he'd formed after experiencing it with friends, so finding him there wasn't too unusual. "But that has rarely been a bad thing for me." He'd seen her before, singing at the fanciest restaurant on the island; her voice was as beautiful as her, and getting to listen to her was extraordinary.

@lianmp

As the snow left the island, the demigoddess found a bit of relief from the cold weather. Though the island still was rather cold, the lack of ice seemed to make things at least feel a bit warmer. So, with spring on the horizon, she felt it was a good time to see what produce might be blooming in the new gardens on the outside of the residential district. So, the demigoddess dressed comfortably as she was sure there was going to be a lot of walking but warmly.

When she got there, she was blown away by how beautiful the gardens were and how reasonable the entrance fee was for such delicious looking produce. The demigoddess took care as she searched to see what all the gardens held. And while she had been there for vegetables and fruits, she found herself frozen in place when she overlooked a man on his knees, weeding from what she could tell.

Could it be?

Esther took a few more steps before squatting down beside the man. Her head tilted, and her eyes widened with the look of recognition. It was! But, for the life of her, she could not remember his name. It had been ages ago. But, she did know him, and in that, it was a miracle.

It was evening. It was cold. And yet, like clockwork, he took the usual path through the park from the museum to the apartments. The pale waif appeared swallowed by the fabric of his dark trenchcoat, but at least it kept him warm...ish. As warm as he could be, one might suppose. He did not appear interested in those ice skating nor did he cast even so much as a glance at the magnificent ice sculptures Skadi had created. He had seen them already, they existed in his memory, there was no need to look again.

What a terribly sad and lonely thing to hear someone say and Xiwangmu had noticed this young lady had seemed quite a bit down--perhaps for the most part, on the outside, the woman had seemed pleasant enough, but there was something about her eyes that reflected a melancholy like two sorrowful pools; if someone looked for long enough, one could drown within a gaze so deep.

@mpxesther

Shortly after HEXED's performance, Charlotte was quick to slip out of the Hallow's Eve Ball, eager to have a moment to herself - or, at least, in a less crowded space. Performing was fun and she didn't mind the distanced attention of the crowd, but once she was off the stage, she wished she could just turn invisible. Hannah Montana really had the right idea.

She found a bench just outside City Hall and took a seat, tilting her head back so she could gaze up at the stars and nearly-full moon. The chilly air soothed her flushed skin, helped focus her thoughts. Just a couple more minutes, then she'd plunge back inside.

ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ ; 🩸

❝ here, let me help you.  ❞

A familiar voice made Noel look up from the mess in his arms; snacks for the whole shop, art supplies, a tattoo machine and even a jacket - it did appear to be quite a bit and while not heavy at all, it was enough to keep him from being able to see where he was walking.

"Oh - oh, hey! Thank you!"

He smiled and accepted the help, letting her carry his sketch books so he could open the door of the tattoo parlor for her. "You're the girl from before, right?" His voice was soft, but he wouldn't deny he was happy he got to see her again. "I'm Noel."

ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ ; 🩸

❝ It’s snowing! ❞

Noel looked up bright eyed from his snack, quickly forgetting whatever it was he was thinking about to look out the window.

It really was snowing.

It was the first time he'd seen the way snowflakes fled from the cold skies to fall down and veil the mundane world. Perhaps it was just his excitement over the new experience, but there was no denying the warmth pooling in his dusty little heart. "What do people do here when it snows?"