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//Okay, so. Obviously I switched Charity over to her own blog. Her old one is archived, so nothing will be deleted, but I’ll be doing all threads from over here from now on. 

I hope this isn’t too much of a problem for people. 

//Charity’s got her own mainblog now. Please go follow her over there so we can continue to do things.

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a-vulparia:

//Okay, so. Obviously I switched Charity over to her own blog. Her old one is archived, so nothing will be deleted, but I’ll be doing all threads from over here from now on. 

I hope this isn’t too much of a problem for people. 

//Charity’s got her own mainblog now. Please go follow her over there so we can continue to do things.

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//Charity’s got her own mainblog now. Please go follow her over there so we can continue to do things.

//Okay, so. Obviously I switched Charity over to her own blog. Her old one is archived, so nothing will be deleted, but I’ll be doing all threads from over here from now on. 

I hope this isn’t too much of a problem for people. 

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Okay, so I think I’m going to do it. Give me a little patience while I figure this all out. <3

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@anedendarkly I've thought about it but her blog is six months old and that's a lot of stuff to transfer over. Plus, I've never figured out how to do the Chrome profile thing, and I'm super bad at balancing two blogs.

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Person A and B are in the kitchen. Person A is a small muffin, B is slightly taller.

Person A: *struggling to retrieve items from top shelf*

Person B: Do you need me to get it for you?

Person A: *gasps* HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE VERTICALLY CHALLENGED!

Person B: *laughs*...okay then

Person A (Moments later...): *defeated sigh* help meeee

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//It’s really rather annoying when your primary muse is on a sideblog. 

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Music of the Morning:

The Broken - Stars In Stereo

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divinethief:

“We mainly do burlesque here, but we also have some old circus style acts. A contortionist, the snake charming act, a fire eater,” he lists as he stands. “Marie does the costumes, so don’t worry about that.”

Marie grins up at Charity. “I’ve got at least a dozen ideas for you already! I’m going to get your paperwork to my husband so he can pop over to the bank. Let me know if you need anything, here,” she hands Charity her card. “Go ahead and add my cell number to your phone, dear. Texting is the easiest way to catch me!”

Balthazar agrees, pulling his own card from a pocket of his discarded blazer. “Here’s mine too. We’re sort of a big family here, so never be shy about calling.”

Marie tosses the angel a key. “She picked apartment 43, make sure you remember the wards.”

“Ah, yes, thank you,” he agrees sheepishly. To Charity, he explains, “I forgot when a half fae lass moved in. She’s called Delphinium, lovely girl, anyhow, she woke up sick in the middle of the night on account of the wards. I felt terrible about it for months and months, Marie and Del thought it was hilarious once it was fixed.”

She smiles her thanks and nodded, taking both cards and tucking them into her purse carefully. “A dozen ideas, hm? For costumes or more?” It is actually a little exciting. They’re both very friendly and welcoming, and though she’s still a little wary, she’s becoming more excited by the idea of working there. 

She moves to Balthazar’s side, looking a little curious. “I’ve never stayed long anywhere with wards other than my own. Would they make me sick, too, or is that just a fae thing?”

• Dancing in the Dark • Charity & Balthazar •

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johnxndre:

“Of course.” He smiled leaning up to kiss her. “Anything you want me to. As long as it isn’t Blake.”

“I’m not familiar with Blake.” She shifted so she was sitting side ways on his lap and leans against his chest. “I don’t mind, whatever you want to read. But now that does mean I’m going to have to get up, doesn’t it?”

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“What? Sorry, I haven’t been paying much attention.”

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Victorian Starters

"Have you made any inquiries?"

"This complicates matters."

"It is indeed kind of you to come."

"I have no time for trifles."

"My heart grows light."

"Do I put you off?"

"That sounds ominous."

"You may entirely rely on me."

"I am impatient to be gone."

"I cannot possibly fathom what you are talking about."

"Let me hail a passing cab and we can be away."

"Heaven bless you."

"We are on a hunt."

"Glad to meet you."

"In these days of nouveaux riches, it is good to see an old country family restore the grandeur of the line."

"Are you well?"

"What sort of night is it?"

"You have much to answer for."

"How can I assist you?"

"How long will it take you to make up your mind?"

"I have no feelings on the matter."

"The world is full of oblivious things that no one ever observes."

"This is my special hobby."

"There is danger."

"Be ready in an instant!"

"Are you mad?"

"I shall not be played for a fool."

"You look very serious."

"Surely you will stay and have some dinner?"

"Give me another mouthful of that brandy."

"Know your place."

"This matter is too serious for any hesitation."

"This is very deep business."

"Is there immediate danger?"

"I cannot say. It is a private matter."

"I seem to have dropped into a council of war."

"The plot thickens."

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divinethief:

Marie takes the card and fills in information on the direct deposit form, murmuring the numbers as she writes.

“Oh yes,” Balthazar says seriously. “And I encourage everyone to take at least one week every season. It helps immensely with the stress of running a live show five nights a week. We change our lineup and routines once a month, so it gets very intense around here. Now that we’ve got paperwork sorted, would you like to see the stage? Or would you rather we go sort out the apartment?”

“That’s... a lot.” She shakes her head a little, still somewhat surprised by the answer. It makes sense, but, well, to be honest she’s not used to a job treating their employees so well.  

She stands and smooths out her skirt, filing away the information. Live shows five nights, and a new routine once a month. That’s... a lot. “I was actually curious as to what sort of routine you wanted me to do, or if that’s up to me?” She’s stripped before, but aside from normal dancing and stripping, she really didn’t have many talents. Except for her magic, and she doubts even small displays of black magic would be appreciated on stage.

• Dancing in the Dark • Charity & Balthazar •

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divinethief:

“It is,” Marie says with a warm smile. “I think you’ll like that tub. We just upgraded the bathroom.”

Balthazar rises to fetch the paperwork and a clipboard and pen for Charity. “Okay,” he begins, offering it to her, “this is the benefits paperwork. We have healers on call, an other than human safe clinic, and a wonderful dental team. There’s therapists in the clinic, they don’t tell us anything so if you need them, please make an appointment. Unless you’re planning to harm yourself or others, it’s fully confidential.”

“Do you have a bank account set up?” Marie offers quietly, “If not, we’ll help you get one set up. Pay is biweekly on Fridays and while Andre does like direct deposit, he won’t fuss at all if you’d rather have a paper check. And you’re salaried, so don’t worry about getting sick and not being able to pay your cellphone bill or something.”

“We have vacation days too,” Balthazar adds, “4 weeks per year.”

It’s a lot of information coming at her all at once, and Charity looks from one of them to the other to the papers that Balthazar hands to her. She isn’t sure she’s ever had a job that had benefits before, and takes a few minutes to read the papers, even as Balthazar and Marie are still explaining. She can’t really imagine she’ll have much need for a healer, and a witch’s anatomy was physically so close to a humans that the clinic didn’t really matter much to her. The therapist, she likely does need, not that she’ll actually go speak to them. 

“I’ve got a bank account,” she answers absentmindedly, reaching for her purse and pulling her wallet out of it. Tucked away inside is a little card with the routing and account number on it, she turns it over to Marie. “Direct is good with me. This should be about what he needs to get it set up.” She’s already turned her eyes back to the papers again and signed her name carefully at the bottom of one when Balthazar’s statement makes her raise her head quickly. 

“Four weeks?”

• Dancing in the Dark • Charity & Balthazar •

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The crowds thinned out, but there was never not anyone out there. When the onlookers left, the scientists took their place. They fed her - some plants from below the water, some small fish, and some fruits and plants from above, so at least they got that much right. But the tank wasn’t as large as the great freshwater lakes and rivers she was used to, and there wasn’t much in there to entertain herself. She was lying (rather dramatically) on the sand, watching a sunfish swim circles over her head and debating if it was worth the effort to catch it just for something to do.

Movement caught her attention and she tipped her head back to look at the man who’d stepped up to her tank, something in his hands. She couldn’t tell what he was doing. She rolled over onto her stomach watching with all the intense curiosity that boredom caused as he placed his hand on the glass. She couldn’t hear what he said, and she hadn’t learned to tell what the human language meant just by the movement of their lips, so she really had no idea what he was saying. But he looked rather unhappy by whatever it was. 

From the corner of her eyes, she saw the sunfish scoot past again, going up instead of around and she raised her head to the top of the tank, where the humans had build little ledges along the outside of it so they could have access. They weren’t visible to the normal people who came just to look at her, at least she didn’t think, but it was hard to determine much of the structure of the place outside of her tank. There were two humans up there now and the fish that shared her tank with her had begun swimming up there, ready for their own feeding. She just pouted some to herself, now devoid of even her little fun of watching the fish.

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Not happy was perhaps the greatest understatement for her frame of mind ever thought of. 

The tank they had put her in didn’t give her many places to hide, and she was certain that was likely on purpose. A few bits of coral, some plants, a few other fish around her and that was about all it was. As if that wasn’t enough, her shock of coppery hair would have given her away just about anywhere she tried to hide. 

They had her on public display. She thought she’d heard one of the researchers say that she could bring them more money than if they kept her to themselves. The bastards. Still, at least she was safe there, except for when the scientists took vials of her blood or snipped samples from her tail fins. It could have been worse, she supposed.

She laid on the sandy bottom of the tank, curled up so her long tail was drawn up to her chest, the bright scales nearly impossible to miss among the blues and greens of the tank - nearly metallic gold near her body and lined with a vivid coppery red along the edges, similar to the color of her hair.  Her fins were of a similar shade of silver darkening into orange and red. It was why she didn’t bother trying to hide, there wasn’t anywhere large enough to keep those bright colors hidden from the people who stood at the glass and peered in at her.

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I want to improve. This isn’t a call for compliments nor sugarcoated words. I would like some honest opinions on how I could improve my writing and portrayal. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!

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johnxndre:

He moved his hand back stubbornly and looked at her. “No. I’m done for the day. What is it you wish to do. I’m all yours.”

She sighed softly and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I just wanted to spend time with you. Maybe you could read to me.”

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“What? Sorry, I haven’t been paying much attention.”

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conquistadoradelmar:

“P…p…perdóname,” she stammered, swallowing hard, absentmindedly rubbing her arms as she leaned against the door, trying to regain her breath and her wits. “This is all very new to me,” she said hoarsely. “I’m afraid I’m unused to it.” She braved a croaking laugh of self-derision. “B…but I’m sure that in time I shall become accustomed enough to it.”

She reached up, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear as she turned curious and apologetic eyes upon the woman, watching the seeming lack of focus in her eyes, the way she tipped her head in response to sound. “Are you…are you blind?” She asked at last, hoping the question would not offend.

“Clearly.” She didn’t even need to see the girl to tell that. The way she stuttered, the unease and desperation in her voice, the way it broke. They were tells, one that only some one very experienced in acting would be able to conjure up at a moments notice. It lent some credibility to to the idea that she was not someone coming after Charity.

There was a moment of silence. She didn’t hear the woman moving, so she assumed she was still near the door. And then the indelicate question. Charity laughed softly. “No, sweetheart, I just enjoy staring into space for the health benefits of it.” Sightless eyes blinked slowly toward the sound of the voice before she lowered them. “Yes, I am blind, and my name is Charity, which makes it doubly ironic.”

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She heard someone come in, but other than that, she had no idea who it was. It wasn’t as though she could see, after all. And the person hadn’t announced themselves when they came in. She tilted her head toward the sound slightly and hummed. “Is there something I can help you with? Or do you enjoy taunting blind women?”