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the curse that escaped eleanor made her glad that learning ancient greek had gone out of fashion a long time ago. her jaw clenched painfully as her fingernails dug into her palms. she bent down, her shoulder softly colliding with the other’s as she regarded the damage. something twisted painfully in her stomach as she closed her eyes. ‘ ‘ oh fuck, ’ ’ she muttered, the very idea of proper, ladylike behaviour vapourised by her temper. her hand was hesitant as she reached for the other’s arm, offering — solace? a shoulder to cry on? emotional support? perhaps all of it. ‘ ‘ i’m so sorry, here, ’ ’ she trailed off as she offered a lace-hemmed handkerchief to the other. ‘ ‘ fuck, it’s such a pretty chair. ’ ’

          It had been handmade, a gift from an old customer about a hundred years ago. Sentiment clung to it like a second skin as did the intent of happiness that was woven in each intricate little wood burn into the chair. She had been foolish to set it outside her shop in the first place when it held such value to her but Inneia spent most of her time by the table outside, reading cards or books and waiting on customers and she liked sitting in it. And the lady that made them had been dear to her heart, too. Her hand shook as she tried to place the stick back where it belonged, though she noticed more cracks along the chairs legs, a tear in the delicate sky blue silk that protected the plush inside. She sniffed and wiped her tears away angrily with the back of her hand. It could be restored, probably. Hopefully.  ❛ Thank you, ❜ she said to the lady beside her, though didn’t take the offered lace.  ❛ It is. It’s very old, too. ❜

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                            "He was unconscious when I found him"

He was! But that defence was as feeble as ‘I didn’t do it, officer.’ Luckily it wasn’t a member of the law enforcement but one of the few faces she could actually place into the city, even if his name eluded her. She had seen him before, though were was as good as any guess. The man n question though was fine, mostly. His slender face was a little bruised, dirty blond hair made dirtier by the grime of a back alley and there was a distinct smell of alcohol oozing off of him -- but he was fine, for the time being, Until he would wake up and feel the blunt of Inneia’s frustration. Damn Isaac, she thought grumpily. She turned back to the man.  ❛ Do you think you can lend me a hand though? I have a shop nearby and I’d like to take him there. ❜

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                           "You're too good for this world."

Inneia cheers at the red head, the cat that had been stopped from fleeing her shop quickly scooped up into her arms and pressed against her chest. Charine mewed loudly in protest but Inneia scratched underneath the ginger’s cat chin and grinned at the woman.   ❛ She takes after her namesake, she does. Would have bolted right onto the street if you hadn’t stopped her. ❜

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blue eyes narrowed slightly as eleanor scrutinised her surroundings. there was the man that was still holding the chair, trying to impersonate a lobster. there was destruction around her, clearly the result of a stupid fight. and, of course, there was the other redhead, radiating great fury — a sentiment eleanor had nothing but understanding for. she, too, was tense; an angry man was always an unwelcome reminder of what she had seen too many times already, but she did not budge, instead meeting the man’s glare with one of her own, her face impassive as she thought to loosen her jaw. ‘ ‘ please put it down, ’ ’ she said quietly, calmly. also: calming. it was not often that she used her teacher voice during her time off; she usually did not deal with people who had even less sense than a small horde of carried-away children, but this situation almost demanded it.

              She was used to waging these battles alone but the company of another offered her solace. She was still tense, stiff as a board with square shoulders and planted feet, glaring fire unto the brute but there was ease in the fact that she wasn’t alone. The man looked between the two redheads, the vein on the side of his head now pulsating and he looked just about ready to charge them both down just to get to his aggressor. Who decided then to use the opportunity to RUN down the street, opposite way of the angry brute which only caused the other to unleash a loud war cry. The chair toppled onto the ground, a piece from the backrest snapping off and clattering down onto the road.  ❛ No! ❜ Inneia cried out and crouched down to pick the stick up as the man charged after the other. Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes, angry and despaired.  ❛ Motherfucker. He’ll pay for this. ❜

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        ❛ Oh. ❜

          Inneia looks down at the rock, smooth and round and heavy in the centre of her palm and already mourns the fact that it won’t come home with her. She tips it with her thumb and pinches it before she extends the stone to the man.  ❛ Here, then. Use it well. ❜

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elyridis​:

‘ ‘ i think you heard her, mister. ’ ’

eleanor’s hand clamped down on the man’s wrist and with what strength she possessed, she tried to force it down — slowly, not slamming it down on his opponent. she had heard the commotion and a curiosity that had weathered many centuries had led her closer to it, accessing the situation and then jumping into the fray — something she much preferred to do with isaac behind her, should things go south, but her brother was not there, was he? ‘ ‘ i doubt you want anyone to sue you, do you. ’ ’ she said, not even trying to make it sound like a question.

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           The man was a brute, standing a head and a half taller than Inneia and at least just as wide, anger colouring his face a crustacean red, a vain popping at the side of his buzzed head. The chair was splintering in his iron grip and Inneia could hear the pained creak of wood. It enraged her further but neither of the men arguing seemed to want to listen to the two gingers. Something about a woman and about money, she wasn’t sure, she only started paying attention to the arguing when one of her potted herbs ended up smashed on the ground. He shook off the other woman’s grip with ease but Inneia still stood between the two, shorter than both but angrier.  ❛ That chair has more years than you have syllables in your vocabulary. I’d suggest listening to the woman rather than acting like a foolish hulk. ❜ The man snarls at Inneia and she returns but, finally, seems to hesitate, loosening the grip on the chair but not yet putting it down.

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            "What have you done with my pills? I need them!"

Her breath comes in shallow, short gasps, panic gripping her chest with ice cold steely hands and squeezing the very reason out of her. She didn’t see who she’s accusing, didn’t see anything past the bloodied fingernails, bitten down past the skin in hopes of quelling the ever rising panic.  ❛ I need-- I need-- ❜ She rasps and shakes, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. Her mouth clamps shut, a strangled whine caught at the edge of her throat.

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         "Please! Stop it! All of you!"

The commotion outside her shop was wearing her patience thin. Already was her small table flipped over, a chair now held in one man’s strong arms and threatened to be smacked down on another. It was an antique, a gift from a friend a century ago and Inneia would see to the man’s demise if he would break it over a petty squabble. She steps between the fight, blue eyes raining fury upon the other.  ❛ You put my chair DOWN or I will not say please anymore. ❜

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cianbolc‌:

       ❝ alright, tetch ! i was trying to be nice, here. ❝

            ❛ Oh yeah, witch trials. Best compliment I ever received. ❜

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cianbolc‌:

@bonfiired​ wanted a starter.

       ❝ oh, hey ! you look like they would’ve burned you in the middle ages, i like it ! ❝

        Sadly oh hey, they did that multiple times was not an acceptable answer, but it didn’t stop the witch from glaring.  ❛ Hello to you too, asshole. ❜

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character interview.  /  repost, don’t reblog.

| basics.

NAME: inneia hael.  NICKNAME: nicknames are bad for morale AGE: 2k+ SPECIES: human / immortal

| personal.

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic — good / neutral / evil. RELIGION: pagan, though when asked about a deity she’ll shrug and wave her hands about SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: english, german, french, latin and all subsequent languages that derived from it, whole bunch of other dead and not dead languages, too. SECRETS: there’s no fun in rp if all secrets are out in the open :)

| physical.

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT: 173 cm SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: currently scarless but has a few notable birthmarks along her shoulders, back and thighs. of course, freckles as well. ABILITIES / POWERS: great at crawling through tight places, can throw knives and brew poisons like it’s 1654, general witchcraft so lots of good luck given to others around her. being a dramatic bitch is also a power RESTRICTIONS: her temper prevents her for being her best self half the time, dependency issues and lack of proper self love 

| favourites.

FOOD: toffee brownies DRINK: mead, wine and whiskey  PIZZA TOPPING: not sea food because she’s not a heathen  COLOUR: red, blue, gold MUSIC GENRE: blasts what’s fun to sing along to BOOK GENRE: fiction, mystery, drama MOVIE GENRE: anything can be fun in right company SEASON: not winter CURSE WORD: fuck SCENT(S): crunched leaves, candles, orange

| fun stuff.

BOTTOM OR TOP: she’ll say top but really she’s a switch SINGS IN THE SHOWER: yeah fam ,that’s what showers are for LIKES PUNS: will groan at puns

tagged by: took it from jana tagging: all

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          ❛ It’s in five days so yes,  in, like, a week. Can’t believe I have to wait a whole year for Halloween. such injustice.  ❜

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         Inneia’s pout turns to a smirk at the question.  ❛ Been on a bit of a bender, have you? It’s the twenty-sixth of September. ❜

        ❝ ——————– that’s in, like, a week ! i think. ❝

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       ❝ woah, that’s like- tomorrow ! what day is it ? ❝

         Inneia’s pout turns to a smirk at the question.  ❛ Been on a bit of a bender, have you? It’s the twenty-sixth of September. ❜

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cianbolc says:

“spooky! but it’s a bit early.”

                ❛ Damn it. Well, they’re coming out on the first of October and no one is stopping me. ❜

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             ❛ Can I start putting out my Halloween decorations yet or is it still too early? My jack-o-lantern came out fantastic this year and people should appreciate it. ❜

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❝ Do you know what the magic word is? ❞

            Ah, one of those people. Inneia grinned brightly, pressing her finger to her chin in mock thought. ❛ Bippity boppity boop? Tap the heels on your shoes three times? Not Avada Kedavra, I can tell you that. ❜