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Mim was going to be the death of her, Majke decides. She really doesn't know why she's sharing all of this. Maybe this is one of those rare times the two of them could be considered friends--? No, no. Wrong. WRONG.

Majke didn't want to entertain that idea, that sounded -- no.

(Mim's internal thoughts would have been right. It was the latter. Well, Seamus had done something that felt heinous at the time, but Majke was the one who held that grudge like a prize. Spite was motivating! What could she say?)

"Mmmmmhmmmmm," Majke hums, not believing for a second that Mim wasn't up to something. She practically confirms it. And uses the term bestie, leaving Majke with a mild distaste in her mouth. "You enjoy those, I'm done with them. And we've got stocking to do, haven't we? Probably should start on that before the next wave shows up," she says, changing the subject. Though she does begin mulling on the dream once again the moment she pulls out the shipping manifest. "And do tell Seamus I say hi, if you do go to him with all this information. I could at least be cordial about everything, couldn't I?"

@madmagicmim

We Don't Have Time to Unpack All of That || Fuschia

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Here it was. The time to cast the spell.

Magica lays out the ingredients, both the physical and the reagents and sets them around the photo and medal. She holds her hand over them, her ring seeming to spark, the stone in it channeling magic and an indescribable phenomenon that almost feels like life. (Aether. Close enough.)

Light roams across the room, an impression of warmth following with it. The feeling spreads, traveling across the restaurant and in those moments, everything about it feels more alive, as if the presence in it is like a warm hug. Or allowing you to feel at rest, a guest, in a place of comfort. As if lodging in the lodging between home and hearth.

The light dies down but the sensation of it remains.

Some of the bottles, specifically with the herbs, look tired and wilted. Some reagents have been used up, burnt out. But the medal seems to shine brighter, the photo could almost be described as clearer -- probably by imagination.

"I think," Magica says, beginning to clear away the bottles and ingredients, "that that's all set. The restaurant should feel like a beacon of comfort now. Just remember to not let your soon to come success for to your head, hmmmm?"

@truitt-story

Unspoken Spells || Magiana

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Magica knew that looked. That pained, forced smile look. Magica wasn't going to say anything to that, but she did think Annie could think about it. "Oh, surely. It's a big decision, but what's your prescription now? It could get much worse down the road. Thankfully, my vision isn't too bad, but my mother swears by it. No magical cure for cataracts and lost vision, I suppose," Magica says, wistfully.

The lack of instantaneous magick healing sort of was a pain. Someone should get on that.

"Sure, and we can listen and enable more in the future. But it's your choice to make, Annie. I really do think you should think on it though."

@perfectisgeorgette @ugly-anastasia

Just Us Girls | Majannette

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Greece. That sounded nice. Majke had been, but it was a short excursion. The reagents she found were lovely, but her trip to Greece ended up being cut short by some family matter or another. Despite trying to get away, there really was no separation from herself and her family. It was maddening at times.

"Ah, that sounds nice," Majke says, sincerely. "What made you decide to move all the while, if you don't mind me asking?"

Because Majke couldn't really imagine spending the rest of her life in Swynlake. She did mean it, she could settle here, to a degree. But it would be between bouts of traveling. Majke was a sort of wandering soul, but not in the bohemia-sort of way. In the way where she didn't know where she belonged and didn't put much effort in putting down roots.

"Oh, [twenties]," Majke says, with a smile. "I was only late-twenties myself when I became her guardian, but I suppose my brother thought I'd be better equipped to handle her chronic conditions than himself."

That bit always made her brother sound bad, and Majke didn't mean to. She really didn't. Poe may bother her, but he wasn't so heartless as to let Lena go without really thinking Majke was better suited.

"In any case, I think Swynlake is lovely, and for whatever time I have here, I'm sure I'll enjoy it."

@thesorceress-hera

Bright Ideas || Open Starter

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Majke tilts her head. Nods. "I believe you were getting the spell components," Majke reminds her. "And then we can get started, do a bit of magic, and I can be on my way and you can finish opening tasks." Majke begins taking a few herbs and small jars from her bag. A few reagents a few catalysts. Old magic was so exciting. "I'll set up, you can grab those items, and then we can cast. I do love a good spell in the morning."

@truitt-story

Unspoken Spells || Magiana

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The thing about Magica is that she could be kind sometimes. She could be sweet and doting if her heart desired. But she didn't desire it now. She desired Mal begging, paying for her attitude with some well deserved words. It's beautiful, Magica thinks, watching Mal try to hold her stance. But it's clear to see that Mal was loosing to lust and want. And that Magica was winning.

The smirk washes clear, giving way to that begging. Pleading. Wanting and, dare Magica think, needing.

Wherever Magica wanted.

What an offer. Magica smirks, holding Mal's gaze intently. Biting her lip. Mal may be a confident sort, able to draw in others with her giving nature... but Magica gave differently. She was experienced in some ways that she expects Mal wasn't. That was no fault of Mal's, maybe it was just age.

Older women knew what they wanted. What could Magica say?

Magica gave both heartily and hungrily, allowing each of their -- her and her partner's -- cravings to mingle and mix. A pull and push, of hair of limbs... there was an respect and thoughtfulness that Magica held in even the most dominating of actions. This wasn't solely about power, she reminds herself, slowly undoing Mal's pants. Hooking her fingers through the belt loops and pulling Mal loosely.

It had been her request afterall-- and wherever was such a tempting offer.

She shoved her to lean against the kitchen table, pulling her pants down just enough to allow Magica to tease against her boxes. Press into the wetness and hum a bit.

The presence of her hand down Mal's thigh, then up, then the other.

"As you like," Magica grinds out, slipping her hand under Mal's boxes on the return and stroking lightly, feathering her fingers over her. Magica learns forward, catching Mal's lips and biting, her other hand going to Mal's hair -- 1, for another sensation, 2, for balance as Magica leans forward and begins pushing one finger, then two, in and out, palm pressing against Mal's clit as she does. It's warm. It's wet.

Mal's made it easier, hasn't she, Magica thinks to herself, groaning into Mal's flesh.

She's warm. She's flushed. It's beautiful and handsome at the same time.

"Like this? This is what you wanted," Magica asks softly, a light rasp in her voice, curling her fingers and pressing in and out again, punctuating her words that was both a question and a statement at once, "Don't be shy. I want to hear you."

@mal-mchale

Are You On the Market || Mal & Majke

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Majke smiles Shakes her head. "Any questions I have, you should already have the answers to. So it makes no difference to me," Majke says, starting to glance at her nails. "No, no, if you're sure, I'm sure. Now, I think we ought to get started before time runs away from us." She smiles winningly at Tiana, and in this light, perhaps they could be friends should this all pan out. Majke did like Tiana, she did. She hopes it does work out for her.

@truitt-story

Unspoken Spells || Magiana

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Majke gives a wry eyeroll. "Mim Ambrosius, we are associates. Perhaps friends on the days I've lost my sanity. Never besties," Majke says.

Which is a little harsh. They did talk. Just rarely in a personal manner. And half their conversations were about inventory and new Sorcery stock. So that limited Majke's conversations.

Her shadow magic was still a secret, of course. She thinks of the people in town who knew.... Seamus, for one. But after the light incident on the street... She was a sorcerer. That was known. So she could talk about reagents and such with Mim. Just not everything else.

"You look faaaaar too gleeful for me to believe you're not up to something," Majke says, looking at Mim with a skeptical expression. "Whatever you hear, it's probably wrong. Besides, I'm a different person now. He met me before Lena was even born, so that should give you an indicator -- don't do the math, I don't want to hear it."

@madmagicmim

We Don't Have Time to Unpack All of That || Fuschia

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"So he's a loner hermit in this world as well," Majke asks, a dry smile taking over. Seamus MacTunnag, you are wretched. "Doesn't surprise me. He's always seemed very... self-directed."

Read: Selfish, arrogant, annoying, patronizing, annoying... Whatever, Majke was petty. And would be even pettier if she heard any of those absurd ideas in Mim's head. But she didn't. So. Mim was safe. Relatively. For now.

"No? I would've thought he wasn't super close with anybody," Majke says, debating if she should try to search Seamus on the internet at this point to see what he was up to. Maybe she'd figure out where he'd been. It wasn't like Seamus was exactly going to tell Majke of his own free will. "He's never struck me as the charismatic sort to make friends easily."

She shrugs.

"Fair enough. I probably would hate being called a bestie," she says, like the killjoy she is -- Or maybe it was because she couldn't actually imagine being anyone's bestie, but that was totally besides the point, Majke didn't need anyone, Majke was totally fine being hot and alone and aloof and mysterious. -- "or do you mean because they don't think they're that close?"

Majke is in a mood. Just her luck that Mim knows Seamus and was likely to be a pest about all of this. Actually, it was a pain because Majke usually was very good about controlling her image. If Mim had knowledge of another person who could fill in some gaps--

"Whatever he says about me, it's probably a lie, just so you know," Majke says, leaning back. "I mean, it doesn't have to be. Just, I'd be careful. Burned bridges tend to scorch bystanders, sometimes."

@madmagicmim

We Don't Have Time to Unpack All of That || Fuschia

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It's just........ Majke raises an eyebrow for just a moment. Just the one because it's a lot of effort to do two. She swirls her wine, what's left of it, just to keep her hands busy.

A major surgery. Sure, makes sense. But Majke knows it's got to be more than that. She's a mother, she's got her stuff going on...

"Oh, I expect so. Eye surgery is always a hassle. Believe me, I had a muscular eye correction back when I was in my twenties. Hated every minute of recovery, but probably because my older brother sucks and kept holding up fingers asking how many I saw. News flash, Poe. None until day three."

Just because he took three trains to make sure she was alright did not mean she liked him. Besides, he was more annoying than a help anyways.

She snaps out of that memory, absent-mindedly looking at the lipstick tube and noting the shade.

"I mean, if it helps any, I'm sure I could wrangle your kids while you recovered," Majke says, glancing towards the stairs. Not that she thinks she'd be bad at it. She handled Lena and Lena was totally fine and un-emotionally effected! (No, she is not taking any criticism, thank you!) "I'm a very good care-giver."

(She was not. At least long-term. But she could manage someone else's kids for a few days.)

"I'm sure between the three of us, we could schedule you into never having this issue again. Right, Georgette? Annie's too pretty to suffer, wouldn't you say?"

@perfectisgeorgette @ugly-anastasia

Just Us Girls | Majannette

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Tags in a different, reblogged post, but actually... some Majke insight.

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"You cannot exact a harsher judgment than the judgment I've placed on myself."

-Marisa Coulter

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"It's no issue," Majke says as Annie re-enters, genuinely meaning it. "Lena could be the same way when she was younger. That's what was happening, wasn't it?"

But Annie offers Magica a lipstick and Magica goes for both the lipstick and the gloss and then takes out her own compact mirror -- which she would never leave the house without. It was a very nice color, Majke had to admit. No mention was made of the brand, though truthfully, Majke had to appreciate a good drugstore brand now and again. Certainly more affordable than a Charlotte Tilsbury or, say, Dior.

"No, I think Georgette has a point. Both about the bone structure -- which is lovely, Annie -- and the convenience of the thing. Have you considered other solutions to the issue? And I don't mean an extended prescription of contacts."

@perfectisgeorgette @ugly-anastasia

Just Us Girls | Majannette

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I simply would like to see enemies to lovers Lilith x Majke even tho Lilith simply does not care for romance. I just like their vibes

And you are so right for this. So right, in fact, that I almost -- and then did -- send you the exact same thing. I think my return message sums it up very well. What amazing not-academic, not-rivals they could be. While also being able to have a tired sorceresses night, a not-date.

Because no, actually, I think that Lilith not caring for romance does appeal to Majke in a way. Majke is a very physical, showy person. She dresses in a way to send a message, either with her softer "Magica" persona (soft vintage sweaters and a-line skirts, generally unassuming, un-evil clothes) or her more sensual one for when she wants to go out (low necklines, dark stockings, etc.)

I think Lilith would truly be a person she could be casual around because it takes off a huge part of the performance piece for Majke. And, in turn, I think once they got a little more used to each other, I think Majke would be able to be more authentic and comfortable around Lilith.

That's not to say Majke would full open up about her past, but she might let a bit more of it slip, especially some of the emotional pieces.

And, in a way, I think it might help Majke heal -- maybe maladaptively, ha??? -- with the fact that her older brother was very much an academic prodigy and over achiever... it might help Majke humanize that sort of person, rather than simply think of them as a pain to her.

I don't even know where this is going, but platonic Lilith and Majke for the win.

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