#samson.

@samson-hart Following Seth's proposition, Miju has come to the Bearded Lady with all the necessary supplies. Today's muse is to be Samson, who Miju has never met, but has heard good things about from Max.

This being business, Miju is determined to remain professional (don't ask his old colleagues from cartography about his professionalism -- this job now is one he actually cares about), but it's sort of tough from the get-go, walking into a den of utter iniquity. He'd feel perfectly comfortable if he was here socially, but something about being a professional in a place so salacious feels difficult to balance.

"Now, this won’t stay all gray and boring, of course.” Sela explains as they stand outside of her new building. “Next week, some people are coming in to completely redo the façade. Picture all white, columns on either side of the doors. And big lettering up there,” She points to the designated spot above the doorway, gloved fingers splayed as she punctuates each word. “The Gorgon’s Lair.”

Stevie’s Brownstone

@samson-clemens​

Stevie saw her surprise guest as she parked her Impala- on the street, a few cars down from the front of her unit- seemingly waiting patiently by the stairs up to her door. Even in nothing but the glow of the streetlamp, she wouldn’t have needed her ability to tell her that it’d been one of those nights. Her eyes closed as she flicked the ignition off, her mind relishing in the calm that came with the darkness, even if it was only for a moment. With a bracing breath, she opened her eyes and hopped out of the car. She threw her work pack over her shoulder and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket. 

@samson-clemens​

After her daughter’s third cup of hot chocolate in the past hour and a half, Cyra decided she’d see for herself if the stuff that Charles was serving really lived up to the special, family recipe they used at home. She’d made her way over to the table lined with all manner of hot beverages and fixings for said beverages, and poured herself a small cup of the indulgent drink. She brought it to her nose first, and was pleasantly surprised. At least it smelled like luxury chocolate. Had the right thickness too. She lifted the cup from it’s saucer and brought it to lips- only to wince and curse under her breath.

It was as advertised-- Hot. Too hot. But of course it was- she just hadn’t noticed because she’d only seen her daughters’ drink it after Jackie had handled it. Jackie. The girl who wasn’t bothered by the heat, and could take some of it away for her more sensitive sister. 

She sighed, and set the still full cup back on the saucer to touch a finger to her burned lip. Jackie wasn’t the only member of her family with an element that could save this situation. Cyra’s hand hovered in the air above her steaming cup, and a half second later, the steam swirled into her miniature whirlwind, cooling the drink to a more appropriate temperature.