#nataliaxkyle

♠ You should open up a little, maybe find something you actually like rather than working your ass off in two different jobs at once?♥ Ok, but seriously you’re one hell of a woman and that’s not just my old self Alexei speaking.

♠ I can’t figure out who you’re loyal to and that bugs me.

Send me a ♠ for my muse to tell your muse what they hate about them.

“I’m not sure I’d say that I hate it exactly, but you seem a bit cynical and I don’t see why.”

OR send ♥ for my muse to tell yours what they love about them.

@nataliaxkyle

The sun was just about to go down, and Hemera found herself entering a small saloon in New York. She had arrived in town yesterday, because she had needed to get away from her husband. He was getting jealous again - asking around, trying to figure out if she “got any on the side” (because of course she did, he was boring). So Hemera had done the only rational thing - and had fled the small city of Deadwood for a couple of weeks. And New York was the place to be, so it had seemed like a sound decision to travel there.  Adjusting her bob-hat as she peered across the room, Hemera found herself an empty table and ordered herself a drink, before leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs in front of her. Checking her belt for her revolver, she patted it a couple of times to make sure that it was still there and proceeded to fish a box of cigarettes from her pocket (no one had told her yet that it would make her teeth yellow) and lit one up. Leaning back in her chair, she stuck the cigarette in her mouth and closed her eyes, listening to the music and pretending that she was going to stay in New York forever. No more boring fifth husbands. Now that was a thought that Hemera liked. After a few minutes, the music suddenly stopped, and Hemera opened an eye suspiciously, annoyed to be woken up from her daydreams. The girl on the stage (who Hemera had actually come to see, after reluctantly reading the newspaper to find someone who could carry a tone) had walked off, and Hemera sighed, clearly annoyed that she would have to put in some actual work. Standing up, she glanced around the room quickly before locating the girl and walked over to her, cigarette still between her fingers. Twirling a lock of red hair around her thumb, Hemera shot her a bright smile and cocked her head to the side. “Little girl, hold on there for a second. I’ve got a pretty decent proposition for ya.”

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