Matoya's Cave

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

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Composer: Louis Spohr (1784 - 1859)

Work: Adagio from Sonata concertante for flute and harp (1806)

   [[ Starter for -> @infiniitas <- //closed rp ]]

    A sky full of dark clouds, covering the horizon with its foreboding presence. The rain will be starting soon; a storm is brewing. The bustling metropolis of Academia, its towering structures- casting long shadows over the lower sectors, as the day came to its end. The night drawing near, the city became a glittering expanse of neon lights against a darkening sky.   

   Located in the lower sectors, better known as the slums of Academia. Most never traverse to the lower parts of the city- for it is a dangerous place for normal citizens to venture.  A small building snuggled between two vacant structures, that originally had use to some means, has long been forgotten. The shop has two parts to it- at the bottom is the workshop, and apartment on top, where the owner lived. A neon sign floating from what appears to be a broomstick made from black iron, written in a fancy font befitting its name, “Matoya’s Potion Shop”.  Its known for its exotic, rare and strange concoctions- where asking for a potion to cure a broken heart is possible, if not expensive, but just in case you can’t pay- there is a bartering system. 

         Its a thursday, a day like most where there are no customers, all the work for the day has been finished, all special orders finalized and ready to be shipped. Except one, that requires a certain ingredient which hasn’t arrived yet. The shops been scrubbed clean, Waldos handiwork- the frog just knows how to keep the place spotless. //Dreary weather doesn’t make this evening any better\, the owner of the shop, slumped lazily in her armchair. Boredom has set in and she considered closing down shop early, and calling it a day. Looking around the workshop, there seemed like there was no projects that needed finishing, or no motivation to start one either. The witch sat up in the seat, stretching her arms out above her head- a tired yawn, slowly rising from the comfy chair- heading to the front of the shop to begin closing preparations. 

 “ Closing sounds like the best choice, better hurry before any last minute shoppers drop by-” 

≾ .⋅ ✥ ⋅. ≿ ⸺ ⊰ A sharp and brief thunder thunderstorm, which seemed to strike somewhere near the swath lofty buildings and spires, put an end to the disturbances. Strange and unpleasant odours, probably from neighbouring abodes along open space, are popularly linked with these incidents; and may have had their share of exciting men of science.The aspects of Yeul had become haggard and febrile, and many agreed in retrospect that she may be had wished at this period to make some statement or confession from which sheer antipathy withheld her.  the reticent youth vocalized scarcely sojourn, save for mere colloquies conveying basic wants and analysis. Not long after her departure that Yeul fancied many things vivid, clear in certain realms of existence that opened up remarkable vistas of reality.  Not long after Caius witnessed her physical aspect had undergone subtle modifications that subsequently noticed; and regarding her health seemed feeble and very drawn, what spirit associate with puerile youth had dissolved into a stolid resignation, hence at night undergone terrible nocturnal visions. Inquiries at her quarter revealed she had been stricken with an obscured sort of fever and taken to her home in a nameless village. She had cried at night, arousing several hunters in the building, and manifested since then only alternations of unconscious and delirium. Her temperature, oddly enough, was greatly above normal, which her condition likewise suggest a true fever rather than mental disorder. Her nocturnal visions had bred some morbid hallucinations which she hesitantly confided to her parents, and which they ridiculed in talking to her, although they made them ponder deeply alone.  When Caius questioned Yeul about her habitually sleeping, she recalled no traces of the freakish hallucinations.  It was a parental instinct that Caius was hesitant to find anything conceivable in her statement, but the parting impression was one sound of sanity and poise. The interview was really quite inconclusive occasions, and as Yeul left to resume her bird watching Caius hardly knew what to make of the entire business. As yeul grew older, it appeared, her matutinal aberrations gradually increased in frequency and disturbance; til a month ago before his arrival into the city had occurred the shocking tragedy cause unconscious irresponsible utterances of titanic visions.  

   The day was drawing to a close, with the rain chasing away any possible clientele, twas a quiet day with no business transaction what so ever. The small space inside the shop, was dimly lit by a single orb shaped lamp, floating above a flat round base carved from obsidian, the glowing spheres soft light illuminated the interior from its spot on the counter- where dealings were made. Though all wasn't as vacant as it would seem, there was but one creature – not human – residing as the stand in shop keep for the day.     Seated comfortably behind the front counter, a game of solitaire was laid out upon its polished surface, the one dealing the cards lazily stacking them into vertical descending rows. Amphibian digits, with their round, sticky fingertips scooping a single spherical candy from a near by bowl full of an assortment of colorful marble delights.     If not for its nonchalant movements, mimicking human action, and behavior- even though the amphibians true nature would be the polar opposite. Anyone would agree- that a 'frog' running a business would be a rather bizarre sight to behold. The creature in question, continued its endless game of solitaire and munching away carelessly spending its time, waiting for the appointed hour, for closing time. Not at all concerned by the fact that its a frog running a business, and playing solitaire.... 

  The frog stretched its small arms, the dark purple sweater it wore- its oversized sleeves sliding down, the mage hat on its head slanting over slightly. A tired yawn could be heard coming from its mouth, rubbing at the large orange amphibian eyes in an attempt to remain awake. Glancing at the clock on the wall, the frog clucked its tongue in a dissatisfied mood. 

  //The hour is five till nine and the mistress is still hold up in her 'cave'- probably fiddling at her azure locks, twirling the strands around her index, staring blankly at the wall for hours on end. While I her faithful assistant attend to the shops non-existent customers, such as the occasional draft or small pests flying about - a small delicacy by chance, I might add.\\    Clucking its tongue once again, it reluctantly continued its game of solitaire, reshuffling the cards into a neat stack- only to begin the game anew. As the minutes ticked away, and the clock struck nine- the tired shop keep was preparing to clean up its game, in favor of making preparations for dinner and heading to its comfy bed upstairs. But all plans come to a halt, when the innocent store chime sings. 

   The frog froze in its movements, as it was putting away the cards into a compartment under the counter, not seeing who entered the shop. It was quiet after the sound of the door closed shut. Poking its head curiously above the counter, its large eyes grew wide almost in panic- for a tall dark figure stood in the shops interior, un-moving and seemed to be staring back intently. Immediately the frogs first thoughts they were getting robbed- but it would seem that this ominous visitor was a – customer? The dimness of the room didn't help with illuminating the persons features.     // How silly of me, to be scared- its just a man... a very tall man, are his eyes shining? Is that a sword on his back? Its massive!...  He looks dangerous-\\  As these thoughts flashed through the amphibians' brain, a sweet sing song voice came from behind a curtain  that lead to the workshop in the back of the store- the voice of a woman chimed -  “ Waldo? Is that a customer? Be a dear and assist them, I'll be out in a moment~ “  The sound of stuff being moved around frantically could be heard.  Waldo rolled his large pupils, he reluctantly seated himself back into the comfy cushioned stool, giving the silent customer his full undivided customer service. An amphibian digit pointed to a small sign hanging next to his head with the written phrase 'How may I help you?'.

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