#Etta//Eyes of a Fallen Angel Eyes of a Tragedy

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@adsagsona continued from here:

The last few days had felt like a dream. Sometimes she even worried it was, and she'd wake up in her apartment having to deal with the Caleb situation again. Those were the moments she clung to her boyfriend. Looking over at Ross she smiled completely content as they sat in front of the warm fireplace. Life was slower and simpler here, and Etta hadn't realized how much she'd enjoyed the shift until yesterday. The lack of city chatter was not missed. Instead, except for Ross she mostly heard nature just outside the door.

They sat quietly for a moment before Etta asked about the home. Feeling the slow lingering touch as he gently petted her arm. Giggling at the mention his father 'liked women,' she couldn't help but affirm, "So a real ladies' man, huh? Your mother must have been someone quite special." It wasn't hard to imagine she thought if he looked anything like his father Etta was sure the women were lined up. Tall dark and handsome was an easy sell.

Listening to the rest her hand slid into his as she smiled, "That's so incredibly lovely. I can't imagine ever letting something like this go. It should always be with you and your family." Sighing she couldn't help herself, "Thank you so much for bringing me here. It's so peaceful and quiet. I feel so safe." She hoped he wasn't tired of hearing the gratitude that poured out daily. Changing the subject back to the house she added, "Wasn't it hard to leave it behind while traveling?"

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@deepseawarlock pulled from here:

Those bright blue eyes of hers scanned over him, making sure the seadog was no worse for wear. As always, he carried an admirable presence despite his long adventures at sea. Sometimes in between Ulysses' visits, her mind would wander, sending a prayer and sometimes an offering across the sea, to be kind to him. Not a hair misplaced nor thread worn thin, she noticed just before those eyes of hers rolled at the blatant attempt at flattery. While she knew she wasn't a treasure and only an innkeeper, she wasn't immune to his poetic tongue.

An unextinguishable smile beamed, and laughter bounced off the stones beneath their feet at the bow and the mention of the inn still standing. Etta opened the door and invited him in with only a simple gesture. The room was lit by the flame of a single candle. "I'm grateful that the sea has allowed you some respite. I look forward to hearing all about your newest adventures. You've been missed," she joyfully exclaimed, smoothing the wool on her cloak.

Watching as the smile drifted from his handsome features, she knew from past experiences that he told exceptional, fantastical tales. Part of her often wondered if it was to cover up something nefarious. Little did it matter to her at this point, as she had befriended him long ago.

"Please have a seat. What can I get you? Are you hungry or thirsty? I can..." abruptly her words stopped when he'd pulled a token from a pocket. Taking it gently from him, she studied, turning it over in her fingers, running her thumb over the unique symbols from either time long ago, or a place far away, perhaps both, before whispering more to herself, "Beautiful. It looks otherworldly."

Looking back at him, she giggled, "Drowned god? I should consider it a lucky charm, then. Thank you." Giving it one more turn before tucking it into her dress pocket for safekeeping. Pulling at the ribbons of her cloak as she asked, "How long do you plan on staying before the sea calls you home?" After hanging her own cloak, she walked back to gather his. "Please, other than a room, what else do you need?"

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@adsagsona picked from here:

It wasn't the first time the butterflies danced while sharing time with Ross, but it was the most intense. Letting her eyes gingerly trace over his handsome profile she grinned foolishly when he reciprocated the small physical exchange. Worried that her feelings were written all over her face she looked up at the tree at the mention of it. Tilting her head she examined it, "It's pretty glorious. It's grown a bit since last year." She paused before she continued, "They usually keep it pretty simple just decorate with lights and a star."

Biting her lower lip to keep from smiling again she looked back at Ross quietly for a moment, watching him observe their surroundings. She was going to ask about holidays back home but was worried it might make him miss it. This time she offered a gentle squeeze to garner his attention before she asked, "Do you have plans for the holidays this year? "

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@adsagsona (Ross & Etta)

“There are people who take the heart out of you, and there are people who put it back.”

— Elizabeth David

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@mythosisms penned for the adored Tryphon

A few days prior, Etta had surveyed the vast estate for the perfect spot to execute her plan and had begun preparations. Feelings for Tryphon continued to bloom, and she wanted to do something special to return the sentiment and perhaps pamper him a bit. The duke was more than an exceptional provider; he was thoughtfully attentive and kind and left her feeling more secure day by day.

So when Etta asked the head maid questions about his interest and history, she was shocked to find out she'd completely missed his birthday. It had occurred only a few days after their nuptials, and neither he nor the staff had said a thing. Tryphon had busied himself seeing to her ease into her new life there. The revelation caused a pang in her heart, and she decided to right it.

Rising before her husband, an unusual occurrence, Etta set about decorating a space between the small pond and the extravagant labyrinth. The most beautiful summer flowers have just begun to bloom. Keeping decor simple, she wrapped a nearby willow tree trunk with ribbon and placed sporadic matching bows along the hedge. A large blanket with a bottle of wine and glasses awaited while she headed back to the kitchen to prepare his favorite dishes under the watchful supervision of their cook.

Slipping into his office after being granted permission, she walked in with a carefully packed picnic basket and a smile that appeared anytime he was around. "Good morning, husband. I've a bit of a surprise for you, and before you tell me you've an appointment, I should confess I am indeed Mr. Wigglebottom regarding a textile mill. Please forgive my clandestine ways, but I needed you to be in attendance for your surprise." Etta had made sure to pencil herself in.

Extending her hand, she waited for him to approach so they could begin their journey to the gardens. "Come, let me spoil you for the afternoon. Please let me return some of the attention you lavish on me."

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for Etta: “This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

The night mist coated every surface with its sheen, the air so heavy with it that every breath felt thick and salt could be tasted on the tongue. Nothing unusual for the sleepy seaside town.

It was later than a proper lady should be out, but Etta had been assisting her mother, who had taken ill. Rounding the block towards the inn she called home, a familiar voice bounced off the cobblestones, and a smile crept across her features as she stopped in her tracks.

Lifting her gaze to a familiar face, she smiled warmly and teased, "Must be true if the likes of you are out and about." Closing the distance between them before coming to a complete stop, adjusting the bag on her shoulder, and dropping the hood on her traveling cloak, she wore. Ulysses looked exactly the same as the day she'd last seen him.

Crossing her arms across her chest, she turned a hip in, everything exuding comfort with her current audience before she asked, "Why do you insult such a fine establishment and my place of business before offering a proper greeting, Captain Octavious? Still...you're a sight for sore eyes. The sea likely has had enough of you and spat you out, I'm guessing. How lucky for us." The smile never left her face–not once.

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@adsagsona pulled from here:

Even before the sun rose that next morning Etta made up her mind if Ross was still interested in her traveling home with him she'd gratefully accept. She only worried now that he asked in the spur of a moment last night, and perhaps didn't really mean it. Not that she'd ever blame him if that was the case.

They'd barely made it through breakfast before he brought the subject again. This time she listened as he really sold the idea. He'd always spoken of home with such fondness that it was obvious how much he missed it. Even though she felt some guilt that his departure date kept being pushed back because the idea of him leaving broke her heart.

She was going to stop him at first mention but the look in his eye wouldn't let her so instead she listened already knowing in her heart of hearts her mind was made up. Given he'd just mentioned the geography she knew he was about to move on the animals you'd find along the cliffs and thought maybe it was a good time to stop him.

Complete adoration and she leaned over resting her hands on his thighs and silenced Ross with a kiss. It took only a second for his mouth to shift from talking to accepting the affection as his eyes opened just in time to return a kiss of his own. Pulling back only slightly when his touch found her arms she smiled, as she hovered close.

The excitement in his voice made her melt and all she could do was nod at first before she reached up to cup his face and kiss him again this time slightly more intense before pulling back. Completely touched by his offer of safety. "I'd love to go to Cornwall. Honestly, I'd love to go just about anywhere with you Ross."

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@adsagsona continued from here:

Granted, it wasn't in her nature to be so forward she refused to let the moment pass. Etta gently tucked that wayward dark curl behind his ear before resting her hands on his damp chest. "I don't think I've ever seen you so handsome...so happy. Ever since coming home...you're just so at peace." She paused and petted down his chest not minding his current state "I'm so grateful our paths crossed, but I'm pretty sure this is where you're meant to be, and I'm so happy to be here with you."

Etta leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek before brushing her mouth against his. Pulling back she licked the saltiness from her lips before biting her lower lip, and she took a step back from him allowing the ability to move. A blush swept over the strawberry blonde as a not-so-innocent thought began to play out in her mind. "You should probably wash up before dinner."

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@adsagsona plucked from here:

Etta froze the moment the man raised his voice. Triggered she stood motionless. It was the smallest mistake, she'd stepped backward after admiring a storefront window and knocked into him. He'd launched into an explicative rant calling her several unsavory names. Unshed tears pooled in her eyes, and when she attempted to step aside he quickly blocked the attempt. Putting up her trembling hands she started to apologize when they were interrupted by a gentleman coming to her defense and stepping protectively in front of the frightened woman.

The angry man bolted leaving her alone with the kind stranger. Letting out a held breath she looked at the man. "Thank you," came out rather rushed. Etta brought her hands down to her side and squeezed them into fists a couple of times trying to get the blood flowing. "I'm going to be okay. I mean it. Thank you. I just kind of shut down a bit there. I think I'll be okay as long as he stays away." Etta looked over her shoulder worried he might be lingering.

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@adsagsona plucked from the ethos here:

Etta tried not to let the disappointment show when he admitted it was getting late. They had the most lovely day together but knew he had to rise early for work. Honestly, they both did. Still, saying goodbye was hard, and even more so when he dropped the small confession that he was lonely. It made her heart absolutely ache for her friend. Although, admittedly there were times she wished for more than just friendship. Ross had been such a source of light and comfort in the last several weeks and he only deserved the same in kind. More instinctual than anything she approached and wrapped her arms around him in the hallway.

When he returned the embrace she smiled and melted a bit into the hug. The comfort which emanated from his warmth and masculine scent made her sigh. Enjoying the exchange before he questioned the reasoning, Etta tensed slightly. She should've asked before being so informal. Letting out a stilled breath before she pulled back just enough to look up and admit, "Ross Poldark, you're too good of a person to ever feel lonely. You're an absolute blessing and you only deserve good things."

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@adsagsona (Ross & Etta)

I like shots of hands. Anyone who saw Pride and Prejudice will recognise my slight fetish for hands. — Joe Wright (director’s commentary of Atonement)

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Which of your muses would probably get sexual with each other, if they met? Which of your muses would probably fight each other if they met?

Which of your muses would probably get sexual with each other, if they met?

Boden & Etta: Listen, it wouldn't be boning at first sight, but these two would make for a very sweet couple. They'd complement one another nicely. When Etta finally trusts someone she can be rather clingy, and Boden would find a sense of security being needed in such a way.

Sasha & Lou: These two are friends with rich tension in their supernatural verse. They've bonded over living in the shadows of their powerful fathers. Sasha drinks for free at the Low Down because Lou claims it's good for wolf-witchy relations, but honestly, he loves her company. Lou's openly teased on more than one occasion when she finally finds herself single to knock on his door, because nothing beats a wolf in the bedroom.

Gus & Willa: They would just bone at first sight. Willa's not shy and would be rather frank about an itch to scratch and Gus would happily oblige.

Which of your muses would probably fight each other if they met?

Wow...that's a hard one, but I'd go with Boden and Gus. If they met in the main verse Boden would loathe Gus' lothario ways and in general how he treats women. Heaven forbid they have an interest in the same lady. Yeah....these two for sure.

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Which of your muses is the least social?

Which of your muses is the most peaceful/friendly one?

Which of your muses is the least social?

It's a toss-up between Cianan and Etta. Each has their own reasons. Cianan my centenarian necromancer has just had enough of humanity and people's bullshit. So he is cynical and usually only finds himself connecting with others individually. Etta has been pretty traumatized by her past and would rather fade into the wall at any social event. She also does significantly better one-on-one. Between the two Etta would probably struggle more socially.

Which of your muses is the most peaceful/friendly one?

My sweet baby Skye is hands down my most peaceful muse. He's very open-minded and encourages everyone to find their happiness. Hell, as a therapist he will even help you find it. He has a knack for de-escalating situations and many of his friends tease him that he's the soul of a hippy. Typically can make friends everywhere he goes and can be a bit of a chatterbox.

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Etta Headcanon:

In Etta's modern slice of life verse, she currently works in a bakery because she's so darn sweet.

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@mythosisms (Tryphon & Etta)

the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe.

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Closed Starter: @etxrnaleclipse

Sitting in the quaint coffee shop Etta beamed waiting for her friend. Using the mug to warm her hands she purposely took a window seat hoping to catch Steven even before he made it inside. She smoothed her skirt and cautiously took a sip of tea too hot to be fully enjoyed yet it seemed. When Steven suggested they catch up she excitingly suggested Cafe Bohemia for its eclectic and bright setting. The pastries and drinks were top-notch as well.

Catching his profile just before he walked in she quickly waved hoping she was seen. The smile that bloomed couldn't be contained and reached up to her eyes at his arrival. She stood up in expectation of a brief hug after he entered. A cheerful greeting excitingly escaped, "Good morning, I'm so glad you could make it. It's so good to see you." Etta took her seat and continued to smile. The friendship she shares with the detective is unique as she accredits him to saving her life.