#necromxncing

@necromxncing​.

Goldie was beyond pleased when Sylvia had agreed to let her come over that day to drop off a little thank-you she had prepared for taking care of James and Dean while she was in Paris. She practically skipped up the walkway leading to the door; when it opened in response to her knock, Goldie held out the gift with a smile.

It was metal tin with a doodle secured to the top with a ribbon; the picture showed two very happy-looking green blobs, witch an adjoining thought bubble that read, thanks! ♡ in loopy handwriting.

Looking for a moment at the tomes that he’d been allowed to bring with him: Laurent couldn’t help but frown at noting some of his prized collection of harmless tomes was gone! A scandal...at very least, he’d managed to keep his tiny rainbow tome, but still, he’d put so much effort into collecting those so they’d cheer up his friends. Now he was back to a meager sum again: but on the positive side of it, he may find even more wonderously useless tomes here if he looked.

Now...where exactly would you find tomes like that? Perhaps someone who’d been in this realm longer than he had may know, but how to go making sure they knew what magical tomes were was the main question that needed to be solved with that. He didn’t want to startle anyone unnecessarily, so sat in thought outside the ‘Chamomile castles’ (he supposed he should call it ‘apartment’ and not a ‘castle’, but he still found the word so confusing to use!! gosh) with his tome.

He amused himself while he waited to try and think it over by mumbling the rainbow tome’s incantation to himself, letting the tiny hand-sized rainbow appear in his hand - if anyone came close to him, he could smack his hands together and hide the spell easily, after all.

Hakuno rode around town on her new scooter, trying to scope out more of the city while she still had the weekend free. She made her way to the Starlight Garden via a new route she didn’t know of before and simply road around for the sake of it.

After scouting more of the beautiful scenery leading to the shrine, the sight of something caught her off guard. A tall woman carrying and writing in a large tome sitting on a bench underneath the roof at the center of the garden. Was she another mage like Laurent? A magus from her own world, by her dress? It was worth asking at least.

    Crimson should’ve done something about the rain earlier. She knew that, and yet she still ripped herself to shreds internally for not finding shelter or snatching an umbrella from someplace earlier. Perhaps she didn’t act when she first felt a few light droplets hit her skin because she liked the rain. She did like the rain, make no mistake about that. A light drizzle was refreshing. It made the Earth smell new and primeval. She could sit and let the mist from it stick to her like a web before going on with her mindless travels, smelling like wet grass and leaves. She loved a nice, light rain. But what she was standing in was a downpour. The kind that filled her shoes with water, made her hair stick to her neck, beat down on her body until it began to hurt.

Opting to fight through his need for sleep is proving to be the wrong decision. Mashirao is ultimately sure of this the moment that he reaches for his apartment’s doorknob, and it begins to turn on its own.

In retrospect, he’s not sure any of these apartments look familiar. In fact, it’s extremely likely that he’s not even in the right Sector. His apartment doesn’t begin with an ‘M’ or end with a ‘1′. It’s Apartment V-5-- and this plaque does not reflect that address...It is now that he’s absolutely positive it’s because it isn’t his apartment.

A spark of curiousity, now caught his full attention as he stared intensely at the bench he had intended to sit on, glancing occasionally at her to gauge her reaction.

Terry Pratchett sentence starters || accepting

“...” A solemn expression befell the doctor’s face as he was lost in thought for a moment. Regardless of whether the girl had meant it as a serious statement or just a passing joking remark, Jekyll couldn’t exactly say he appreciated and approved of the viewpoint. Within his mind Hyde was telling him to loosen up and take a goddamned joke instead of overthinking anything, but he had made it a habit to ignore the voice inside of his head, or he would go mad trying to refute every little thing the other said.