#thread: heath

[cara-mrrsn]

who: @heathtalbot when/where: homecoming gala, right after homecoming court announcement

It only took one glance around at the rest of the court for Cara to decide who she would be partnering off with for the customary dance after the announcement. Cara motioned two fingers for him to come closer as soon as she met Heath's eyes. "Come here." Her head tilted towards a shoulder as her eyebrows arched up at any sign of hesitation, a brief look of offense already flashing over her face, as if in preparation for the tantrum she would throw if he did. "Dance with me," she said, her ponytail tossed over a shoulder as she lifted her chin, not leaving much - if any - room for him to say no.

[sabancii]

who: suna + heath (@cortvdos) where: the courtyard

suna has no business being in the sculpture garden. last time, security asked her to leave because apparently creating a shrine to aphrodite out of condoms and chicken wire isn���t allowed. or maybe it was the part when she waded in the reflecting pool and started singing hymns. details aren’t really her forte.

but she’s wearing a hat this time—a floppy, lopsided thing she made from felt scraps, straw, and dried lavender. so it’s fine.

eyes scan the garden, seeking inspiration for new cover art for herbancı, her etsy wellness brand. currently more of a concept than a product line, but still.

and then—she sees heath, equal parts brooding and vaguely cursed. "hey," she approaches, canon camera in hand. "can you take off your jacket and pretend the serpent of desire is eating your soul?"

[sassa-fiske]

"Me?" Sassa said, a hand fluttering to land on her chest as she gave Heath a wounded look of innocence. "I would never," she murmured, her other hand reaching out to settle onto his bicep, emphasizing the earnestness (lying) behind the words. She had wished for ideas to get Heath into trouble for too long, grinding her teeth as she told herself not to react to his behavior over and over, convincing herself (unsuccessfully) not to care. But with a flutter of her eyelashes, Sassa hoped to put that to rest - or perhaps more accurately, check it off the to do list, the hand sliding lower on her back plenty promising for that. "Just a date," she said as she leaned into Heath's hand, dismissing the boyfriend she had brought. Though she was actually being honest for once - he was nothing more than a date, an appearance - she was sure that when Heath found out the truth, he'd assume she had been lying to him. "What about you? I know you didn't come alone," Sassa added, her tone veering towards accusatory as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, but to have been wanted by you," he began with a dramatic gusto, waxing poetic for all to hear as his eyebrows folded together in a way that made him look particularly puppyish, glancing again in her direction while they walked, "I count myself among the lucky few." Okay, now it really sounded like he was just fucking with her. And he kind of was, but he also really wasn't. If anything, Heath viewed his past relationship with Sassa as a point of pride. They'd always managed to make each other look better -- both when they were together and apart, simply by association -- he thought, and wasn't that what dating someone was all about, anyway? Appearances.

A few soft tsk's slipped from Heath's lips as he shook his head, eyes peeled for a server with champagne. "Now you're just trying to get me into trouble," he accused, as if his southward veering hand at her back wasn't already incriminating enough. "I saw you show up with someone. New boytoy?"

[j0kers-light]

His Lighthouse Re-Read Thread

Hey hi my loves!!! I've read my own story 14 million times but I never did an official reread thread so thank @jaysmentalspace for what's about to happen! 🖤✨

This will be an interactive thread. Yes, you can join in with your own comments, reblogs, whatever! I will start from chapter one and I guess, review/commentate my own story! I hope you enjoy the ride. There's gonna be fun facts, behind the scenes commentary, who knows. 🤷🏾‍♀️

His Lighthouse masterlist let's get started.

[cortvdos]

WITH:  sebastian   @pclarcld. WHERE:  the lamb and flag. WHEN: 8:35 pm.

lager  fresh  from  the  tap,  poured  fucking  beautifully  by  harcroft  himself  —  still  foamy,  spilling  over  the  sides  of  the  pint  and  it  looks  gorgeous.  he's  moving  away  from  the  bar  and  back  to  his  table,  not  really  paying  attention,  turns  on  his  feet  only  to  run  into  someone.  knocked  off  balance,  beer  spills  across  his  shoes,  and  their  shoes.  “  shit,  ”  the  curse  clipped,  looking  down  at  the  devastation,  not  enough  to  cause  a  puddle  but  the  head  of  his  beer  is  properly  ruined.  he  looks  up,  sees  who  it  is  he  ran  into,  “  oh,  ”  frowning,  “  is  this  the  part  where  you  buy  me  a  new  drink  ?  ”

[verdantsunflower]

Tart to Heart

(Closed starter for @loyaldeserter )

[rhythmicals]

♡ special delivery for @cortvdos

maybe  chekov  truly  did  get  a  lot  more  bearable  about  three  hits  in  —   or  maybe  it's  just  the  way  that  heath  explains  it  all,  methodical  yet  passionate  in  a  way  only  someone  in  love  with  literature  could  be.  it's  refreshing  to  see,  a  palate  cleanser  after  the  week  he's  had.  "  you're  still  insufferable.  and  still  wrong."  doubles  down  nonetheless,  because  it'll  be  a  cold  day  in  hell  before  he  admits  he  was  wrong  about  something.  words  are  accompanied  by  a  slight  shake  of  the  head  as  he  leans  in  to  pluck  the  joint  from  heath's  lips  –  deciding  that  it's  his  turn  now,  thank  you  very  much.  "is  this  what  i  sound  like  to  other  people ?  jesus  christ.  "

[kellscarborough]

CLOSED STARTER @heath-morgan

— KELL’S JEWELLERY SHOP, DYNASTY, IN MANHATTAN ; LATE MORNING

Kell never thought that, when he was a naive eighteen year old having just landed in NYC, that he would step foot in a shop like this let alone even own it. Everything that had led him here had just been by pure chance and it has worked out beautifully.

He had wanted to change the name of Dynasty, but he felt like he owed it to its previous owner- Kell’s mentor, Lisa- to keep the brand the same. The shop itself, however, had evolved: the cabinets were immaculately polished, LED lighting had been fitted to showcase the jewellery’s enticing sparkle, plush velvet furniture had been added for comfort and elegance, the walls had been painted bright white with a matching tiled floor, and a grand golden chandelier hung from the ceiling. A lot of the decor had been here since Kell took over, but he had everything replaced and brought up to a modern standard so it was clean and inviting. The whole experience was about luxury and Kell didn’t mind spending a penny or two to make back the return tenfold.

That morning, he had been setting out a display of diamond necklaces, making sure everything was arranged painfully meticulously, when he saw the door open out of his peripheral vision, surprised to see a familiar ruggedly handsome face.

“Heath Morgan,” Kell greeted with a smile. “What do I owe this pleasure?”

[maggotmouth]

LOCATION: a little common room in castle fell. TIME: early evening. dusk. like five or six maybe idk. WITH: heath / @cortvdos

feet tucked into an empty cubby-hole in the ceiling-to-floor oak bookshelf, piper’s stretched out on the persian rug, kilt askew around her knees and hair fanned out around her head in a perfect, jet-black halo. they’re laid out on the rug, top-to-tailed, his fingers plucking at a ladder in the soft white mesh of her tights. on her stomach sits a carton of grapes. it rises and falls with every breath that she takes, hands dipping in every so often to pluck one out and slide it into her mouth — or heath’s, when she’s feeling dangerous, and her hands become restless, twitchy fingers in search of something to fill them. “ it’s interesting you think that... ” she notes, after a beat, mulling over his thesis on why the two of them have ended up rewalking the same well-trodden path to academia that their parents had before them, despite better intentions to do something more vocational. “ for me, it’s not so much an annoyance. i am proud of what my parents do. i think it’s inspiring, i just— i’m more disappointed in myself ? because i wanted to have something that was just mine. ” like athletics, for example. or something that required a completely different cognitive part of her brain. “ there’s a robert frost poem that goes, two paths diverged in the woods and i— i took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference .” whereas they’re on the path that’s trodden right down into the earth. her chin tilts to shoot her gaze across at him. “ we’re not on the path less travelled by. do you think that makes us unoriginal ? or uncreative. ”

[grcveyacd]

“ are you sure there’s nothing i can do to make it up to you?  “ typically, heath wasn’t the type to ghost someone but, after the night they sent together, he had run into some personal matters that needed his attention and reaching out to her had simply just fallen through the cracks. “ i mean, i did say i was sorry, so that should account for something. “ // @jetaiimee liked for a small starter from heath

[lovesickelodie]

With a heavy sigh, Elodie pushed up out of her seat, the fabric of her dress clinging to her skin in a way that she knew made her look especially fuckable. As much as she loved New Year’s Eve, she found her interest had waned a lot this year. The big move to New York City was supposed to have been a fresh start for the Moreau’s, and Elodie’s chance to party as hard as she could, fuck a lot of hot people, and meet the love of her life. Instead, she’d met Noah, who was about as fuckboy as any fuckboy could get, and Charlie. Not that there was anything wrong with Charlie, but she could rarely tell if he wanted to fuck her brains out or put her in his pocket and carry her around.  

As it was, it seemed she’d be spending her night lonely and unkissed while all her friends were occupied with people far more beautiful than her. Even Théo appeared to be spoilt for choice, bless his heart. It was bittersweet, watching her brother. He was shy and reserved, always hiding the best parts of himself, tucked away only for Elodie to enjoy. Across the room from her now, mocktail in hand, he was smiling easily at a chatty Keeley, genuinely enraptured in every word the pretty redhead was saying. A pang of guilt settled in Elodie’s chest as she watched the two of them, clear as it was that Keeley was harbouring a lethal crush on her twin. Théo had missed all the signs, mistaking their connection as nothing more than a friendship, all the while stealing glances at the boy he wrongly believed he could never have. Biting back a grimace, Elodie’s gaze wandered to Lando, who appeared to be trading lingering stares between her brother and Cora, seemingly unsure as to where he wanted to pour all of his attention for the night.  

In truth, it would be easy for Elodie to cross the room and climb into Lando's lap, feeling the comfortable weight of him growing between her legs as she coaxed his tongue into her mouth. She wasn’t afraid of her sexuality, the two of them were similar that way – easy with affection, unashamed of letting the world know that they had wants and desires – but she knew her brother better than he knew himself. Something as simple and unmeaning as a midnight snog with their live-wire skateboarding friend would crack his heart in two. 

With one, last forlorn glance in Charlie’s direction, she slipped away and disappeared to the back of the bookstore. Her DJ friend was tucked away in one of Billy’s cosy booths, arm tucked around the shoulders of a girl named Ripley – naturally gorgeous as she was, the other woman seemed to genuinely make Charlie laugh and smiles in ways the young blonde could only dream of. Though just friends, Elodie had been certain she and Charlie might fool around once or twice, genuinely convinced on several occasions that his flirty banter was leading them in that very direction, only to find herself horny, disappointed, and in desperate search of her vibrator by the time she got home. Either way, tonight he was happily distracted, his perfectly crooked smile working overtime for the lovely girl at his side, teeth on show as he tipped his head back in raucous laughter at whatever she was showing him. 

She was resigned to a solitary night, and midnight was drawing near, so she threw herself down on a lone beanbag in the poetry section, no longer concerned with the way her dress was riding up around her thighs, cleavage spilling out without even the tiniest hopes of an audience. She tapped lazily at her phone, scrolling past photos of happy couples and instagram stories of her tipsy friends back home. Teddy had sent her a sweet text, accompanied by a picture of him and his gorgeous new boyfriend, and Elodie found herself relieved that at least somebody out there was thinking of her tonight.  

Time seemed to pass in a vacuum, and before she knew it the few people in her proximity were making their way to the front of the store, no doubt eager to catch the fireworks displays that would soon light up the city. With an upward glance, she noticed one other person who seemed to have stuck around.  

The lighting was dim so it was hard to get a proper look at him, but there was no doubting he was staring right back at her – though he appeared to turn his gaze away the minute she’d caught him, seemingly embarrassed as he ducked his head and worried at the cuffs of his sweater. Oh, how sweet, Elodie thought. Maybe he was just shy? 

Clumsily, she pushed up out of the beanbag – there truly was no graceful way to do it – and narrowed her eyes at him, wondering absently why he looked so familiar. He remained a few feet away, hovering awkwardly beside a shelf full of Keats and Whitman and all the boring shit that Louis and his friends seemed to enjoy. Feeling a little brave, and a whole lot bored, Elodie decided there was no better time than now to shoot her shot and turn on the charm. 

“You gonna stand there all night, handsome? Or are you planning on sweeping me off my feet sometime soon?” she teased, tapping her imaginary watch as she took a few steps towards the stranger, a flirty smile on her lips. 

[n8-shaw]

Nate dropped the plate he had been holding onto the register with a clatter, his expression darkening as he turned back towards Heath. It mattered little that he was not the one who was at the front of the line, nor that there were people in between them. Irritation had sparked into outright anger, Nate stepping out of line to go toe to toe with the male who was apparently intent on causing a scene. "What the fuck is your problem?" he asked, the students who were between them nearly scampering out of the way as Nate closed the distance between the pair. "The only hold up is you thinking anyone else here gives a fuck about what you have to get back to," he sneered, a mocking tone coming to the words he echoed from Heath.

He was waiting for Nate to turn around, holding a very obvious and expectant jut to his jaw as he stared at the back of his head, jonesing for a quick spat. Unfortunately, Nate's retort landed as an immediate low blow. It was a little cliché, maybe, but as the living proof of his mother's affair, it worked wonders to ruin Heath's day that much more. "Then I repeat: what's the hold up?" he recited tersely, brows dropping into a low glare, swelling with a surge of fresh annoyance. "Some of us actually have lives we'd like to get back to. Futures, even, but I guess you wouldn't know anything about that."

[likesouvenirs]

some headcanon / worldbuilding housekeeping things... or i don't know what you would call it, but please blame wicked / repeating defying gravity for all this. :D

( psa: these kids live / are from california, but can be played anywhere due to work / travel. also i am not taking arguments re: parental fc age differences, use yo imagination, and we are all skincare routine stans in this house lmfao )

* ash whitney is primarily a singer – still has the vibes of having grown up as a triple threat entertainer, but her first love is singing and after years of scandals / acting out, she is finding her footing. ( if she is only pushing out albums or is also doing a vocal job on the side is tbd ) * heath rebreanu's mother theresa is a vocal coach – works in off-broadway productions. * ash was one of the first students tess took on. * considering the fact that ash and heath are close in age ( ~a year apart ), heath would often go to lessons with his mom or they would be hosted at the rebreanu house, which peaked heath's curiosity in music. ( ash and heath likely did not get along, personality differences lmfao ) * theresa teaches heath to play the piano as a child and that is considered a secret talent of his cause he just does it as a hobby. you can likely find a simplistic keyboard stand somewhere in his residence.

bonus vocal coach!tess challenge: ash nails the wicked high note after 3 tries, but heath injures his vocal cords and gives up after 1, which is why he sticks to being an academic ( bioscience ) professor lmfao

[luci-in-the-stars]

Comic Book Sale|| Sam & Luci

TIMING: Saturday after Thanksgiving LOCATION: Escape your Fate Comics PARTIES: @luci-in-the-stars & @uncannysam SUMMARY: Luci goes to the comic book store after Thanksgiving to find a Pokemon book. Sam and Scout, despite being on a break, decide to help. CONTENT WARNING: Slight Sibling death tw (mentioned), Mental Health warning (Talk about grief loosing loved ones pretty explicitly)

Black Friday and all the hustle and bustle had come and gone, and of course, Sam had opted to stay closed that day. Besides, if people had wanted to buy comic books that badly, they could come when she reopened Saturday. And surprisingly the store had been filled most of the day. But by afternoon a lull finally started to happen which meant Sam could have a break. And a break she needed, “Okay, Scout. You know the drill. If anyone comes in while I’m in the back, come and get me.” Her smile was soft and inviting as she gave the dog ear scratches and a kiss on the head.

Grabbing her phone from the counter, she went to the back and pulled out the lunch she had brought from home – leftover from her parents house. The best kind of meal. Taking off the lid, she put the small plate into the microwave and hit start. For once, in quite a while, her mind had been clear, and the sleep she finally succumbed to, at her mom and dad’s house during the holiday, had been what she had needed. No, weird images of people with wings and scales had seemed to bother her, giving her some piece of mind.

“I have waited all day for this.” As the microwave shut off and the beeping rangout through the back office, Sam was just about to take her food out when she heard Scout barking. Seriously? Every damn time.

Sam, defeated knowing her food would probably be cold by the time she came back, walked towards the front, “Hey, everything in the store is buy two, get half off the third and everything in the boxes on that table over there” Sam motioned to a back corner, “is 99 cents. Let me know if you have any questions.”

—

Luci was in a lot of ways trying to find something to get Milo for the holidays. It was weird and awkward, and while she had figured out his birthday she wasn’t sure she had another plan. It wasn’t quite doom time yet, but she really wanted to figure it out before she had to think of other things. 

So she ended up in a comic shop, not quite sure if anything here her brother would like. It was the - sixth store of the day? Biting her lip and looking down at her list she wanted to at least try it - it was empty looking and maybe she could find something small to build on. At the dog barking she looked up and realized that she was in there alone. Feeling perhaps she wasn’t supposed to be here she moved to leave before she heard someone. 

“Oh - so you aren’t closed? Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Oh okay - that sounds nice. I’ll let you know,” Luci said, nodding as Sam continued and she looked back down at her list of things she thought her brother might like. “Uh - do you know anything about Pokemon? Is there a comic with that? - Sorry I’ve been trying something for my brother, and I’m pretty lost here. I can look around though, if you were doing something in the back. I’ll let you know if I am going to leave or something.” 

After all, it would be their first Christmas without Gen, and Luz knew nothing would change that but she wanted to at least try. She just didn’t know what ‘try’ reasonably looked like. 

—

Looking down at Scout, Sam shot a warm smile in his direction. He was her best bud, and she was grateful to have him next to her. The days had seemed quieter and lonelier without Zach around. He had been her person. Her rock, and the one who was always there when things got tough. Though it had been a couple of months since he had passed, it still felt like yesterday. The one person she had swore she would always be there for, and she wasn’t. And now Thanksgiving had passed, and he wasn’t around to bring her some of his mom’s potato flake mashed potatoes and canned gravy or that slimy canned cranberry sauce he always threatened her with.

“No, I was just in the back taking care of some things. I’m open until 11 tonight, so you’ve got plenty of time to look around, ask questions, hang out.” Sam didn’t really care if people hung out at the shop until the lights were shut off. She had always had it in mind to make it feel welcoming and like a safe place for people to come to if they needed an escape, just like comic books had always been for her. It’s partly why she had named the store Escape Your Fate.

“Uh, I think I have some graphic novels. I’ll show you where they’re at.” Stepping over Scout, she walked towards where she kept the books for young readers. There was a variety of options that had included Scooby Doo, Archie comics, and…”Here ya go. I don’t have many, but depending on when you need it, I can always order something. Shipping can vary though, especially with the weather starting to get worse during the colder season.” Sam picked up the three different novels and handed them to her customer.

— 

At the idea that she wasn’t intruding Luci nodded lightly glad that she wasn’t. She didn’t like taking up other people’s space after all, especially lately. After all, through a series of events she now was on her brother's couch taking up more of his time then she should. Luz didn’t always think this way, didn’t always think that she was taking up space that she shouldn’t, but well what was all of this if not proof that she was. 

Still when the other showed her where the books were her eyes lit up a little bit, glad she had gotten something right. She had written down things Milo liked - if she was honest she did that with everyone she knew hoping that it would come up one day - but it was somewhat foreign to her. “Oh - Thank you. I really appreciate your help,” Luci said, taking the books in her hand for a minute, flipping through the first one and then nodding lightly. “I’ve been trying to find something that I can copy for his present. I’m trying to paint the little creatures - and sorry you probably don’t want to here but I think this one will work. Could I have this one please?” There was a sort of relief there, knowing that she had a plan now that would work and she could get the colors correct. She couldn’t seem to get any copies to do that well in print. 

— 

Sam watched as the girl looked the books over. It was always exciting to her to see what people were interested in. Their reasons for coming into the store. She, of course, had the regulars who would stop in and pick up their weekly subscription box and others who would just wander in looking for something to kill time. She often got a variety of questions, and she couldn’t answer them off the top of her head, she would search for the answer. Helping people had always been something she enjoyed, especially when they shared a common interest with her.

“Yeah, no problem.” Sam gently took the three books and put back the two she didn’t want, where they came from, “So are you an artist?” She loved hearing about aspiring artists. She had dabbled in inkwork and creating comics herself as more of a side hobby, but had never tried to go pro with it.

Sam made her way to the front of the store and stepped behind the counter ready to ring up the graphic novel, when the girl was ready, “And, please, if you want to look anymore, be my guest. There’s no rush. I can keep this up here until you’re ready.” She laid the book on the counter and sat down.

— 

Luci was slightly buzzing at the idea of finally having what she needed, and perhaps she’d give Milo the book later after Christmas too. It seemed lately her plans never seemed to go the way she wanted them, but this was a simple enough victory that she should be able to do so. At the question though Luci blinked and then shook her head. 

“Oh - no I’m not. I’m not very good at - uh ‘artistic expression’” she said her hands going up to quote the words her old art teacher used to tell her. While Luz had always been good at copying or drawing things she saw - she never quite got ‘it’. No one could really tell her what ‘it’ was - but she assumed it was something about how it was supposed to ‘move someone’. Her technical drawings, although detailed and in their own way probably pretty - never moved anyone really. “ I’m just good at copying - My brother is though - he’s a really good Artist.  I’m just planning on painting some of the pokemon onto the handle of some crochet hooks I found - and I couldn’t get a good read on what the colors were.” She babbled partially worried she had disappointed the other with her answer, and wanted to show that she did still like art - even if she didn’t get it. 

“Oh - okay. I will,” Luci said with a little nod wondering if there was anything in the store she might be interested in. She finally had some time to read now that she didn’t have to be in so many clubs. Maybe some of her other friends liked some of the comic books around here, and if she read them she’d have something to talk about. It was enough of a motivation that she started looking, curious about the comic books she’d only briefly saw her brother read. 

“Um - if you don’t mind me asking, what would you recommend if you were just starting out reading comic books?” Luci said after a few minutes, getting overwhelmed. “I’ve never actually read any but they look cool.” 

— 

So her meal was getting cold, but having someone to talk to made Sam’s day better than it was. The holidays had been hard, and she had been dreading them for quite a while now. But with a customer who was new to the world of comic books and needing some guidance currently in her store, it helped to take her mind off of things, “I don’t think you have to have artistic expression to enjoy yourself. And copying is how I started out.” She didn’t know her history, but she knew making copies could get your hands moving the way they needed to. “I think he’ll love it, especially because it’s coming from the heart, you know? Much better than store bought gifts. Plus, putting these characters on crochet hooks is a skill within itself. Don’t sell yourself short.” Sam smiled softly.

Grabbing her phone, she noticed a text from her mom had come in. Thumbing through the message about coming over again, Sam started replying back to give the young woman some space, so she didn’t feel as if she was imposing. When she finished the message, she put her phone back down, just in time to hear the question – her bread and butter.

Sam stood up from the stool and walked back around the counter and over to where she was, “That’s a big ask. But I can definitely help. I think we should start by narrowing it down first though. Are there any particular superheroes you like? Or are you more of a horror fan? What do you think you might vibe with?”

—

Luci wasn’t quite sure if she agreed with the other’s words, but it did make her smile a little at the thought. She was pretty sure Gen would have said something similar, and while it might have normally made her sad, it didn’t. “You are right, at least about me enjoying it. I do a lot of technical drawings and things like that. I just don’t think I’m really an ‘artist’ artist if that makes sense.” 

At the idea that her brother might like her gift she smiled a little brighter with a little more hope. “I hope so. It’s really my biggest idea at the moment. With finals and stuff - winter kind of came up quicker than I thought it would.” Part of that was, if she was being honest, because she had more things in her life now. Instead of the drum and ache of what had happened she now had things to look forward too. 

“Oh - Uh,” Luci rocked lightly on her feet trying to think. “I don’t mind horror and I don’t know many superheroes. I liked She-ra when I saw it. Are there any stories like that?” Luci said, trying to narrow down what she might like. She didn’t want anything hard, or particularly scary and the show was one she liked a lot. It did feel a little childish, but the other woman didn’t seem particularly like one that would judge that.  “Or - oh like the powerpuff girls? I used to love them when I was little. Something like that.” 

____ 

“Nah, you’re an artist in my book. Even technical drawings take craft and skill. Not everyone can draw a perfectly symmetrical shape.” Sam had seen so many young hopefuls come into the store. She had even been one herself and secretly still was. She had even slipped a few of her own works into the Indigenous comic books just to see if there were ever any bites. And while this person may have been visiting just to pick out something to copy and maybe something to get invested in, it didn’t stop her from trying to be encouraging.

“Winter does that every year. It’s like no matter how much you try to prepare for it, it still sneaks up on you.” Sam’s mind had been occupied by other things, and just like her customer, she had let time get away from her. It was easy to do that when you remained in your own head, but the store had been keeping her busy and was reminding her of what time of the year it was with the uptick in sales.

Her ideas were good ones that Sam could work with. And by the sounds of them, she knew something too scary wasn’t the vibe, but also a strong female lead. She had just the suggestions, “So if you’re looking for She-ra, I do have a section dedicated to Strong Females in Comics. Powerpuff Girls I think are still over there, but they might be back where Pokemon and Scooby Doo are. Oh, and if you like something a little more…supernatural…” Just walk outside. “I do have Sabrina the Teenage Witch also where She-ra is.” She led the brunette over to the section she was talking about.

—

Luci wasn’t quite sure how to take the compliment so she nodded. After all, it was a skill and one an alchemist needed. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to make little figures that people adored though, but then again she wasn’t sure if she wanted to either. She still had time though, to figure out what she wanted to do other than being a spellcaster. 

“Yeah, it does seem to do that a lot,” Luci said wondering how time flowed for the other. Normally, she passed by at a reasonable pace for her. Lately though it seemed to be leaping over large sections of time. She supposed growing up did that. 

Luci followed the other amazed that she could figure out something she might want to read. There was a bit of excitement, new knowledge to be gained and maybe even to share with others. “Oh - I’ve never heard of that one before. I’m assuming it’s about a Witch?” It would be a little ironic if so, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be fun.  

—

It was as if time stood still at moments and others, as if it was flying by at a blur. Time, along with life, was a funny thing. “I think time, in general, does that though, especially when you’ve got other things on your mind.” She shook off the thought of Zach, not wanting it to bring her down any further than the current holiday already had.

Sam could see the excitement in her new comic friend, and it made her happy. That was one of the best parts of her job, “Sabrina? It’s a classic. It’s been turned into a TV show a couple of times. The comics aren’t really scary. More campy, if anything, but the most recent adaptation for streaming is definitely dark, and if that’s not your thing, I wouldn’t recommend it.” Never in a million years did Sam think she’d be living in a real life episode of Sabrina at any point in time.

“I’m Sam by the way. I’m really the only one who works here, so if you decide to come back after today, it’ll be me and Scout here to help.” She motioned to her dog who was laying on the floor near the counter. “And remember, it’s buy two and get half off the third. I don’t know how much time you have, but I think the 99 cent boxes might have some more comics with female leads, if you feel like digging. I try to keep them in alphabetical order, but it doesn’t last long.”

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Luci nodded, her mind now focused on the idea of a new story and not herself at the moment. After all, there was something to look forward to and read, and maybe someone else in the town would like to talk to her about it. She wondered, briefly in a small part of her mind, if her sister would have liked the comic. Maybe she would have found it silly. Luz would have liked that. “Oh - yeah I don’t know if I would watch it, but I trust you that the comic would be fun. Maybe during halloween I’ll take a look at it,” Luci said, thankful at the warning and looking through the comics herself and settling on one of them to get. At the other’s name Luci looked up and said, “ Oh - I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Luci. I think I will, if you don’t mind. The store is really nice. It’s nice to meet you and Scout as well.” She also found Sam very nice to talk to, something she didn’t want to reveal in case that was annoying. At the idea of a sale she nodded and said, “I’ll take a look there too. Thank you, Sam.” Maybe she could find a couple of stories that would keep her entertained. It would be nice to have a little escape. 

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