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gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale
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superstition | raisa&jett Sept 16, 2017 14:56:45 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale on Sept 16, 2017 14:56:45 GMT -5

raisa mortuus

Black cats howling and walking under ladders — a girl should fear the superstitious, but Raisa has always travelled the unsteady path. Spilled salt beneath her boots and a cracked mirror reflecting her face back to her. A thousand versions of herself show in the shards, but at least that's accurate. You thought she had only two faces? Ha! That's not enough to get her job done. Gemini, or a hypocrite? She's neither.

Medium.

Talking to the dead should leave her drained, but the purple bruises below her eyes have been there since birth. Dead girl walking, or a Mortuus? Both. One in the same. Her shoulder slams into a young man as she walks, but she plays it off as an accident. He doesn't have to know that his aura drew her to him. "I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, offering a smile. "Oh. You've got such a sad face." Everyone does in Twelve, but still. "What's troubling you?"

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gay and chaotic? call it gayos

superstition | raisa&jett Sept 16, 2017 15:49:16 GMT -5

Post by lance on Sept 16, 2017 15:49:16 GMT -5

Bones weary, soul heavy, it's no wonder that his journey back home from the mines is anything but uneventful.

It's always the days that are the hardest that seem to draw out the extraordinary - strange dreams of cousins turned cats, encounters with strange girls in his favorite bar, and now this - a collision with a girl that he hadn't even seen coming until she'd hit him. Or maybe it was he that had hit her. He didn't really know nor care.

And this one talks, too. Lovely.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," she chirps. Neither was I, he silently replies. But no, she doesn't stop there.

"Oh. You've got such a sad face." Don't we all. "What's troubling you?" Oh, where do I begin.

When she pauses, he takes the time to take his first real look at her. Pretty and possessing an innocent air, the decision that there would be no harm in indulging her is a simple one to make.

"Haven't you ever heard of the saying that curiosity killed the cat?" he asked, tone as light and teasing as his weary self could manage.

He'd indulge her, but only if she really wanted it.