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How sweet.

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happiest task 14 >>>> formative influences

katherine pierce (the vampire diaries)

morgana (merlin)

vera stone (the order)

bela talbot (spn)

rebecca welton (ted lasso)

rebekah mikaelson (the vampire diaries/originals)

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Normally, Myra Lemures wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this. Somewhere so... Merry. The threat of small talk was at every turn and worse, of having cheap booze spilled on her priceless self. She suppressed an eye roll as the singing intensified. Myra had to focus, grin and bear her way through this.

Papers were so- how would Mirage put it?- archaic. And when it came to Chelsea Katz specifically, Myra avoided her like the plague. She didn't do press. Still, it was becoming increasingly clear to Myra that there were those attempting to overturn stones. Chelsea was a stone turner, there as no denying it.

Swallowing her discomfort, Myra pulled on her most charming smile and quirked one perfectly interested brow- "It seems no match for you, I'm afraid. Can I get you a replacement, Ms Katz?"

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"Another round!" Chelsea yelled, her voice already croaky after its fourth shot. A general sound of approval filled the Snuggly Duckling bar. The journalist smirked, took the cigarette off her mouth and raised her glass for a moment. Once it came back to her lips properly filled, Chelsea had a sip, put it back down, and kept pounding at the piano keys.

"But oh, how it feels so real, lying here with no one near," she crooned with her eyes closed. "Only you and you can hear me... When I say softly, slowly--"

"Hold me closer, tiny dancer," everyone sang aloud. Chelsea looked over her shoulder, and she could almost swear the toughest fellas in the crowd were tearing up. "Count the headlights on the highway--"

Chelsea finished her glass as she let the other clients continue shouting and mumbling the half-remembered lyrics. Once she put it down, though, her beringed fingers slipped, and the glass tipped down and smashed loudly and brightly against the floor. "Oopsie... And there I was, really thinking it was sturdier than that."

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Things were escalating. Evolving. Myra had been kept strategically in the dark and she had obliged, mostly. However, she had kept a keen eye on everything and everyone she could. Glowering under the rim of a fabulous hat, quirking a brow over an oversized pair of sunglasses. Redwood Hollow had more storms to weather than tonight.

Myra turned at her shout, recognizing sweet Ella Fontaine with ease. "Oh, this? Drizzle," Myra dismissed with a wave of her hand, deciding whether to leave or not. After all, she was an infinitely busy woman and she did so despise small talk.

Still, there might be something worth knowing here. So, she pulled on a smile and closed the distance between them- "But what about you, dear? Would you like me to call you a car to take you home?"

“I could really use a hug right now.” Ella Fontaine whispered the words to herself as the wind howled outside her window, rattling the old panes of glass. The storm had come out of nowhere, much like the chaos in her life recently. She pulled the sleeves of her oversized sweater over her hands, trying to ward off the chill creeping through her bones, but it wasn’t the cold that made her shiver.

It was the weight of everything.

Her heart felt heavier than the storm clouds overhead, weighed down by secrets she never meant to carry, promises she couldn’t keep. she glanced at a photo on the mantle, one of her stepsisters hugging their mother. How long had it been since they last spoke?

With a shaky breath, Ella curled up in the corner of the couch, wishing more than anything that someone—anyone—was there to tell her it was going to be okay. But the room remained silent, save for the wind.

It was time she faced the storm. So she went outside. The wind was strong, and a part of her knew she shouldn't be out here, but as strong as the wind was so were the thoughts raging in her head and with the storm she actually felt like she could breathe again. It was then when she noticed a figure. "You should head back!" she yelled barely noticable due to the wind.

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Replying to Myra x Mirage from here. @imattractedtopower

"I'm sure that would be quite impossible," Myra said softly, it threatened to be a whisper. She smiled at the invitation, moving past Mirage carefully, aware of the space between them. The penthouse Mirage was currently occupying was pleasant but it gave nothing away. Myra had come to expect this of her. They both had their secrets, they both had their pasts.

Myra was more interested in now. She set the bottle of wine on the pristine countertop in the kitchen, waiting to follow Mirage's cue. She slipped her jacket off her shoulders, setting it carefully down. There was always business to discuss, their fates had been entangled for now. But did Myra really want to think long on Mr Borovsky when Mirage was in front of her instead? Absolutely not.

"There's been an awful lot of mess lately, hasn't there? I expect its kept you on your toes."

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Myra had only been passing by, sunglasses on to further deter the 'hello, how are yous' as she made her way through town. She only paused briefly when she noticed Elsa. What was that? "Oh my dear, you almost gave me a fright! I wondered what on earth you were holding." She lowered her sunglasses briefly- "And who is this?"

After leaving her sister alone in the cinema, Elsa felt a pang of regret. She thought of ways to make it up to Anna and eventually decided to surprise her with a cute little dog. Determined to find the perfect pet, Elsa headed to the pet shop, where she spent a considerable amount of time choosing the right one. She finally settled on a small dog that she thought would be perfect for Anna. Determined to make the surprise even more special, Elsa decided to let Anna name the dog, as it would be her responsibility to take care of it. With the dog in hand, Elsa made her way back to the cinema to reunite with her sister and bring her a little joy. She decided to wait outside till the movie was over.

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"Flattery will get you everywhere," Myra said in response, a slight smile tugging on her lips. She quirked a brow so slightly at Ella's response, playing with pressing the issue. She was only going to stay a moment longer tonight, anyway. "You look wonderful yourself. Is this one of yours?" @magicalellafontaine

Of course, Ella was sweet, she believed in her mother's words that kindness would heal the world and courage would lead her path. "You look magnificent." Ella pointed out the obvious, Myra was a beautiful woman. "I'm well, thank you for asking," she said in a matter of politeness, the issues bottled inside of her deeply suppressed.

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How polite, it reminded her of the conversation she'd make once upon a time. Always remember to smile and save your real opinion when there were less prying eyes. "Wonderful. The wedding must be something to look forward to for you both. A light at the end of the tunnel so to speak." She did smile then- "Unless you're planning on eloping?"

"Good like always." He said rather simply, he couldn't help it - her air was so much like his ex-fiancé, he felt like she could be a dangerous woman. But he had been raised well, and he shoved the red flags into his pocket.

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Myra had noticed when Guinevere Bach had entered the room. How could anyone not? She felt the shift in the room, she inhaled the bittersweet taste in the air. Time was just that, it didn't hold otherworldly powers over the wounds left where no one could see. It never healed her.

Still, Myra was glad for the time that Guin...evere took to browse. It was enough time for Myra to regain control, to prepare. She moved through this town carefully, rarely 'happening upon' another resident without purpose. She hated to be caught off guard.

"Well," Myra repeated, keeping her expression carefully neutral as she closed the space between them. "Picking up," she replied, taking the slightest breath before smiling slightly- "Although there's nothing wrong with looking." She let the words hang in the air longer than was strictly necessary before canting her head. "And yourself, Guinevere? Special occasion on your thriving social calendar?"

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The boutique was mostly empty when Guinevere walked in: just a couple people perusing and looking through the hangers and the racks. Someone else was talking to the saleswoman, so she spent some time browsing some blouses in her usual color palette, feeling their fabrics, admiring the work on the impeccable seams.

This is taking too long, she thought with a small, nigh imperceptible huff. She looked around her, wondering what was it that the customer needed to spend so much time on. And, just as she was thinking about leaving and coming back some other time, she happened to come across someone she actually recognized.

"Well," Guinevere said, moving towards her. "If it isn't Ms Myra herself. Come to pick up, or purchase? Or just having a look?"

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Myra didn't flinch when the snowball hit. If Mr Borror didn't have so much to say, she would have had more time to be annoyed that it had been intended for her. She lifted her chin, giving nothing away as ever. "One good deed for a lifetime of sin, is it?" Myra allowed a smirk before relaxing her shoulders.

"It's only a snowball, not a sign from the universe-," she countered, tone somewhere between teasing and sarcastic- "You'd have to do much better than that for me to step foot in your casino, Mr Borror."

Truth be told Oz was not sure why he had done it. Oz Borror and good deeds were never said in the same sentence. Oz would bet on his life that was true even since his birth.

Maybe the holidays had put him in a good mood. Maybe it was because such chaos had a solid 43% chance of being caused by one of his kids. Maybe he was just getting old.

Out in the midst of town a large snowball came shooting out like a canon at some unfortunate soul making their way through the town square. Right before it made contact with them, however, Oz stood in the way. It hit him square in the chest, but his broad torso seemingly spared the person before him.

"Well then, there's my good deed of the year," Oz said, his voice low and sarcastic. "You, my lucky, lucky friend, have won THE jackpot today. You should take advantage of that fortune at the casino."

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Myra quirked a brow in Adam's direction as he nodded. She knew fine well that Adam Legrand had fallen victim to a grander scheme. The details? Well, that wasn't her department. Still, her curiosity was piqued. "Mr Legrand. How are you and your lovely fiancé this evening?"

Adam always had some weird vibes when it came to Myra. It was strange, it was like he remembered Agatha when he looked at her. Which was weird because they barely interacted with each other. He gave her a nod out of politeness, however.

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"Quite literally," Myra replied, looking Ella over in all her sugary sweetness. She conceded only enough for a brief smile. "Oh, I'm just magnificent. Who could be anything less surrounded by-," she paused a little too long- "This. And how are you doing, Ella?"

"Fireworks?" Ella asked sweetly as she overheard the other. She made a courteous bow. "How are you doing, Myra?"

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Myra was frowning over her martini glass as her eyes scanned the room. Everyone was here-- even Mr Borovosky, which she wasn't sure how to gauge. Yet, there was no sign of Ms Lorelai Hart. If Myra had known this was optional, she wouldn't have bothered. She scanned the room again, sure she'd caught glimpse of Mirage (and hoping to catch another) but alas. "These better be some fireworks."

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