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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2017 7:19 pm
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The full moon had been two weeks ago, almost, and that meant the worry was over for the current month about concealing any moonwalker traits -- annoying in the old world, but less so here, where there had been carefully-penned tips hidden away inside Ashton's notebooks about the best ways to do it and the easiest things to wear on such days. Prim and proper and organized.
It was her own handwriting, of course, but that didn't mean she couldn't be proud of her other self for being the ruthlessly practical b***h she knew she could be. It was nice, to come back-but-not to a world where the things were already taken care of, and all she needed to do was be as she was. Everything was aligned, and everything was in place, and she'd been able to drop her intake of pain medication relatively drastically - the occasional class, now, was fine. Everything was on track. Everything was the same.
(Except the classes on magical theory and symbolism structure and -- all of those. She'd pored over her own notes for ages and ages before making it back to one of those. It'd worked, so far.)
"Temperance," Ashton said as she approached; her eyes wide, one hand to her mouth -- makeup perfect, subtle, as always. (Her nails had little red crosses embossed on them. Her own little joke.) "What happened? If you're in pain, you really don't need to be here, I promise - a date is secondhand to you not having a cast on, you know."
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2017 4:35 pm
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"You don't treat breaking your collarbone like getting a papercut, Temperance, you know this," she frowned, but sat down next to her date none the less. "If it's alright, could you tell me what happened? I'll worry regardless, but -- you know how it is." Ashton slanted her glance off to the side, brows furrowed, her lips tight for half a second before she swallowed and gave Temperance a gentle smile.
"You're the important one here, aren't you? You're injured. Both of those sound lovely to me, but I'd love to do whatever you feel is easiest for you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 11:22 am
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"If you're sure," Ashton said doubtfully, and pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear again, so she had something to do with her hands. (If it had been less in public, she might have let her makeup shift with just a thought again, but it wasn't hard to demonstrate control over that - besides, she was happy with how she looked right now, and god forbid she display obvious magic in a public place.
She hadn't wanted to do that even before the world changed, and now she wanted to do it even less. All she wanted was a relatively quiet life, with nobody to call her out for perceived wrongdoing.)
"Would you say it's too late for coffee? I've heard lovely things about their peppermint flavoring here, but I haven't had a chance to try it this year, I've been busy."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2017 8:12 pm
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Ashton took Temperance's hand, delicately but with surprising strength: this was the woman that turned into a wolverine every month, and regardless of the fact she'd been infected rather than a spontaneous transformation, sometimes like called to like. There was something of the beast in the glint of her eyes, day-by-day.
Maybe it'd always been there. (In the void, even concussed and bleeding, Ashton had been graceful and deliberate and incredibly controlled. She always was, after all; rarely a hair out of place, rarely anything that didn't seem to go according to plan. Good grades, good social life - maybe malevolence had been the tradeoff, cosmically.)
"Don't worry about my morning shifts. Right now they might as well not exist -- I'll be trying to return to full time work in a month or so, but..I don't want to take any chances."
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 6:30 pm
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"I work at a taxidermy shop," Ashton smiled shyly, "it's nothing much, really...sometimes I spend my time around alive things that fight towards being dead, and sometimes I spend my time around dead things that play at being alive." There was an uncanny emphasis to her words, little enough of a weight it was barely-there, but -- it was something more to her, her work, and the invitation was open for Temperance to question more.
The tease just made her smile, clear and clean, and she took a sip of Temperance's drink with a raised eyebrow. "This is good. I'll have to remember the order."
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