#silverspectere

"Melinoe."

Her voice a bit shocked, looking the other woman over slowly with a soft smile on her features. "You look beautiful in that dress, didn't know you kept something like that in your wardrobe." She grins, tugging repeatedly at the right sleeve of her own dress, trying to hike it up as far as possible, it seemed.

Dropped for you!

Neatly folded inside also sat a note, which read:

'Dearest Helena,

We do not celebrate this day where I come from, but I would take any chance given to me to show how truly dear you've become to me. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend. I hope we have many days together still in this world-- whether that be spent sparring, dancing, or simply enjoying each other's company.

Yours truly,

Melinoë'

That darn scarf again. It was a sweet gesture before, but now it meant something to her. What surprised her, though, was the shape of the necklace. She’d seen Melinoe decorated in all kinds of moon imagery, from her tiara to the various trim and adornments on her outfit. It was almost impossible to separate her from it, and seemed almost ritualistic in nature.

Wherever she came from, the moon was clearly important, so the fact she gave her something with that same symbol on it… It warmed her heart in a way she couldn’t really put into words.

She almost feels bad having this many things adorning her neck, with how often her line of work usually had things grabbing at it, she feared they’d be ruined… But life was slow enough here, she can easily pick and choose.

The thoughts are pushed aside, and she reaches up to add the necklace to the proverbial pile, gently touching the pendant with a soft hum, laughing a bit at how it seemed to curve perfectly around that emerald medallion she usually wore, framing it such that it brought her pause- reframing its meaning.

Deborah had given her that piece, and now…

It takes everything in her not to fall into grief again, spending another christmas and new year without her. She clutches the medallion in her fist for a moment, steeling herself- We can’t keep walking this path, the cycle has to break.

for a shade to escape the underworld is unthinkable, so achilles' steps were careful at first. not distracted or clumsy, simply taking in his surroundings— trying to figure out what possibly could have allowed such an unprecedented thing.

he still carries the wooden spear, mildly perturbed. there is nobody here that calls familiarity to mind, not even the architecture or plant life. that isn't so confusing. he's been serving the house of hades for years he has never counted, and the world of the living never stops moving.

but he's oddly out of place. he is still a shade— the chill of his own form more pronounced now that he's outside. the echo of his voice, too, when his sharp gaze spots somebody that makes him pause.

Random Text Starters (NOT ACCEPTING)

The fact that a snowflake managed to land on her intact was a miracle in and of itself, but she pauses none the less, letting Melinoe brush it away while she shoved her hands into her flannel shirts pockets.

She's absolutely not dressed for the cold weather, and yet it doesn't seem to bother her in the slightest.

She caught him at the mid shock, his eyes growing wide when bunch of teens thought it was funny to pick on him. Jumping out of the tree to scare him, he was not used to this. The whole Halloween thing that makes him uncomfortable in some way. But he enjoyed the sweets.

He only fliched when he heard her voice, looking scared, "ufoesjhs??" He spoke in gibberish before coughing, trying to calm his rising heart beat.

&. 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. (NOT ACCEPTING)

Bits of pumpkin fall as Eiden works through his piece - this time tracing a cartoonized expression of certain spaceman's. Trying to perfect the essence has turned a little more challenging than he thought however.

" Yeah? "

Few more attempts before Eiden turns to witness his carving neighbour's trace, leaning over to see a little better. Who knows maybe he'll pick some inspiration---