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@singofus whispered: Ari is crouched down in front of the little girl, smiling warmly at her. It had taken a little while to gain her trust, but they were getting there. "I'm so proud of you today, Maggie. You were a great little baker. A superstar. Do you want to come with me and pick out a cupcake that you can bring to your papa when he gets home in a few minutes?" (Because Maggie needs a lovely mama figure)
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her focus drags from the tiny bit of chocolate she can't seem to get off her hand (or is it a freckle?) up to ari as she speaks. the voiced appreciation and shared pride draws a smile, a blush coming to her face. already she's overwhelmed when it comes to receiving positive attention, even as she desperately seeks it every day. to have it handed to her…it's sweeter than the baked goods they just made.
“papa likes chocolate,” she volunteers, setting ground rules for this cupcake hunting scenario, even as she reaches up to take ari's hand so they can venture to the selection process.
@singofus whispered : what does your muse find beauty in?
𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 truly is in the eye of the beholder when it comes to maggie . she finds beauty in everything . things that are traditionally beautiful , exceptional , glorious all draw honor and appreciation from her . but so do things that are awesome ( in an old sense of the word , inspiring awe or dread ) , diabolical ( outrageously wicked, infernal , devilish ) , and gruesome ( causing one to feel horror, shudder ) also draw her focus .
she loves the sunset just as much as she loves thorns dipped in blood ; she appreciates the carrion bird resting after gorging itself on innards with wings spread to take in the sun just as much as the brilliant metallic sheen of the hummingbird . she adores fashion and makeup and music and artistry , and she adores the artistic prowess that goes into the hunt , be it in the waking world or not . the gentle hint of teeth from mother night's patient smile and the obvious threat display of a canine snarl both hold sway over her . creating traps , weaving webs , luring prey into a false sense of security is just as beautiful to her as the feeling of cradling her children against her , in aura and in body , as often as they will let her .
but deer can fuck right off .
@singofus whispered : Dystonia approaches mother in a humanoid form and wraps their arms around her. They have seen how much longing their mortal self has for this interaction, and so it has made them wish for a hug from their mother in this form all the more.
𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 . 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 . 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚 . 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 . the flavors and sensations of her eldest's aura wash over her , her eyes growing wider in mirrored distress . is this how they are feeling ? how can she help ?
she rises from her garden bed , dirt on her bare knees , her hands dusting each other off as the small nicks and cuts heal themselves in record time . she is … surprised , to see them venturing towards her in a humanoid form . their upset must not be too much — she has no doubt they would resemble a much different form should that be the case .
more teeth ; more ink ; less sanity .
she coos softly as she feels the upset shift to desperation aimed at her , followed by relief as they connect . tan arms wrap around her child , pulling them closer as she lets them take comfort from her . she tilts her head so they can bury their face into her shoulder , tall as they are .
maggie has some suspicions as to why dys is upset , but they can tell her in their own time . they are one of her more sensitive ones ; she won't push where they may not want to be pushed .
( in this , at least . )
“ miss me ? ” she murmurs , as if her realm experiences any celestial light brighter than starlight , around the clock . “ or did you have a long night ? ”
her own aura is wrapped around them , warm wings of protective love .
When would be the first time that little Maggie begins to trust Ariadne? What is their eventual familial relationship like? (Ari loves her so much)
ohhh the first time maggie really begins to trust ariadne would be probably around when she's starting to hit that early puberty , changes are beginning to happen and i feel like crying all the damn time , era . because she needs a woman who gets it - hermes & pan , love them to death , but they aren't really that helpful .
ari ( and dio , but this isn't about him ) have lived through this process before and can approach with empathetic experience , not just sympathetic words . it helps immensely that ari takes what she says seriously , as was established when maggie was younger .
maggie feels listened to , and not just because she's being funny or commanding attention . ari teaches maggie that her words , desires , and experiences are worth respecting and showing even when it is not rooted in entertaining others . especially when it's not rooted in entertaining others . ari helps maggie find her voice .
i think , opposed to pan , maggie can't sub ari in as her mother . because she has those memories — she sees her mother every time she looks in the mirror , ffs — and she can't shake them . she knows where she came from .
but ari , to use a meme , isn't the stepmom ( duh ) but rather the mom who stepped up . and so while maggie calls her aunty ari , and that is her relation , she also is using aunty in the way one would give respect to an older woman , regardless of relationship .
as maggie grows into an adult , especially after her rehab and in-patient experiences , she circles back to ari , ready to actually internalize her lessons and teachings .
and , most importantly , to finally feel worthy of such things .
🩵☁️ ( ♯ singofus ) 🦋💭
──── the soft-eyed king of slumber ﹠ hawk-eyed queen of subliminal ────
🤎🥀 ( ♯ holybent ) 🪞🍄
@singofus asked : "Mom! My new friend I made, Meadow, she said that she knew you back in the day. Said you gave the best acid around!!" Kal looks so proud and happy all at once, glad that she inherited mom's skills for crafting good trips. ⇢ magissa ﹠ kaluciyo
erebus , 21xx .
maggie looks up at the first call from her child - a softer , hazier quality to the swirling , bubbling aura - daughter , as she runs in . it takes her a second to think back , over a century and with the drugs in her system it felt even longer , but soon the memories come to her .
meadow , a sweet girl from a blank void of a background , something maggie surely did appreciate . she was always down for a good time , loved music , loved love , and really loved maggie's fun little tabs , infused with a certain degree of intention .
maybe maggie had been casting spells after all .
she had thought a serial killer had gotten to her , honestly . but - wait .
“ well that's very sweet of her to say !! how did you two meet , anyway ? is she a shade , like , what's she up to ? i haven't seen her in a long time . ”
@singofus asked : Kal is grinning from ear to ear and comes in with a cake box that's clumsily tied with a bow. He is just a tad high but just so excited. "Mom! I made you this." He holds the box out. Inside is a handmade chocolate cake with lots of chocolate icing and the words 'best mom in the universe' on it. Universe curving around the edge of the cake to fit, clearly he underestimated how much space it would take up. ⇢ magissa ﹠ kaluciyo
the midnight diner , 21xx .
maggie looks up as her youngest crashes through the kitchen revolving door , simultaneously delicately holding something . her heart warms at the playful swirling nature of his aura . she lets hers bloom and swirl in tandem , the equivalent of cupping his cheeks as she looks down at the cake .
she puts both her hands over her chest , looking up at kal with nothing short of love and gratitude .
“ is this what you were doing in the kitchen that required me to leave ? “ she asks , gently taking the cake from him and setting it on the counter . ” this is lovely kali-boy , thank you . shall we have some ? "
she may be already planning a treat basket in return for him .
@singofus asked : ❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life ⇢ magissa ﹠ hypnos
new orleans , 193x .
she's walking from her coven's shotgun house to hypnos' part of the estate , wanting to be with him . it's not the shortest walk in the city , but she hates having to rely on carriages and cars when she could just get by on her own . she'd done it plenty back home , and she can do it here .
she's also thrumming with energy and power from the new moon ritual they'd done . while it's not the most replenishing part of the cycle , it is an excellent time for planting ideas in the dark , and watching them spread . she's hopeful for changes , if they aim their hexes right .
damn politicians . damn depression . damn wars .
she cuts through the french quarter , towards their territory , wanting to feel a little less like she's being watched . of course she is , a young woman alone in the wee hours of the morning , but she doesn't see any colors to indicate sound . whoever it is , whatever it is , isn't moving .
or is moving too fast for her to hear .
stupidly , naively , feeling the rumble of the river nearby and all the life she can pull from it , she stops .
listening , watching .
then , too fast for her to comprehend , there's an explosion of black-white jagged edges and the sensation of wind across her face . she falls back - was she pushed ? - and feels a stinging at her neck . she reaches up , trembling fingers touching the point of pain and coming back bloodied .
claws ? teeth ? she can't see , so she doesn't know .
a pale hand is offered to her abruptly . she blinks as she looks up , already taking the hand , intimately familiar already . beyond hypnos is the slumped form of the would-be vampire attacker , who had gone for her throat before being stopped by hypnos .
she very well could have died .
the realization makes her cling to hypnos tighter , feeling much safer in his grasp . now comes the political questions - is it because she's a witch , or because she's his witch that made her a target ? was she just easy prey ? there are drunks in every hotel , surely that would be easier . why come here , near a church , after following her for several blocks , just to attack ?
so many questions , but the most relevant one sticks out to her . she tilts her head , revealing the wound to hypnos .
“ can you close it ? ” she asks in a quiet voice .
@singofus asked : ❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them ⇢ magissa ﹠ hypnos
athens , 202x .
she's definitely tipsy . like , not nearly enough to not remember tonight , but still - tipsy . a guy's behind her , the same guy that's been dancing with her for the past three songs , his hands tight on her hips , one hand creeping up to her bare midsection . his hand is hot , heavy , against her skin , and she breathlessly laughs , tilting her head to the side . lips skate along the curve of her neck , and she conjures a moan for him .
maybe she'll get lucky this time .
she feels a heavy gaze on her . nothing she's unaccustomed to , but she looks over anyway , too tipsy to stop the thought of caring .
sleepy , but intense , gold eyes stare back at her , briefly lit by a spinning light . she blinks - the eyes are gone .
she's tipsy , not tired , right ?
the guy behind her tugs her closer , and she works to move her attention back to him ; an impossible feat when she's suddenly pulled into someone else's arms . surprisingly strong arms , but he is a god , she supposes .
she looks up , chin on his chest , her own yellow eyes dilated . the guy says something but she's not paying attention .
she slips her hands into his back pockets , him wearing the joggers and cropped t-shirt she'd cut for him , and presses closer to his form . she can see his fangs from this angle .
yum .
“ never thought i'd see you here , ” she says , biting her lower lip . “ you jealous , my lord ? ”
@singofus asked : Hypnos wraps his arms around Maggie in a gentle cuddle.
he touches her and it all stops .
her body , still shivering from the cold , immediately melts into his touch . she feels like she can breathe again , deep gasps that expand her lungs all the way as he thaws her back to life . frozen hands reach for the blanket , holding , grounding , rubbing the soft fabric until she can breathe again .
yellow eyes , pupils wide with delirium , look to his face , where she slowly calms . her breath settles , her body warming back to normal as she's tucked in against him .
she doesn't know what happened - if something latched onto her from the last time she went there , to the perpetually flooded valley of his domain , only to strike now , but at least she doesn't feel like she's drowning on land anymore .
tears fall as she theorizes what she had been feeling . the last panicked memories of dreams ? the nightmares born from those memories ? hypnos' own helplessness as he felt his realm weaken , himself unmade ?
she doesn't know , but she feels better now . she buries her face against his neck , feeling every bit an imposter queen .
she'll dry her tears in a bit . for now , she only murmurs soft apologies . not for her actions ; but for , impossible as it is , not being able to have helped him through that .
Erika jumped as she sensed Maggie beside her, journal clutched in a death grip for a moment before she relaxed and lowered the open pages away from her chest. “I got so absorbed I didn't sense you. I just…the fluctuating variegation of these leaves…I was just planning on how to sketch it.” Ever since her own garden had been destroyed, Erika had been coping by spending a great deal of time in Maggie's gardens. A whole new notebook had been started just to document the plants here. Some entries had just been remade from her earth plant sketchbook, but some seemed to have adapted to Maggie's realm and become their own entirely new species! Documenting them had been her coping mechanism thus far, her own garden now mundane and empty. Repaired but mostly empty, save for most of the poisons. @singofus ➼ erika
maggie's eyes shine metallic green and black before she blinks and they return to their normal yellow hue , a soft smile on her face .
❛ there's no need to apologize , erika . i'm glad you are finding enjoyment in my gardens . ❜ she'd heard from atonia just how bad it had been , and is glad her own could keep erika occupied while they looked for ways to restore her own lands .
a thorny vine reaches up , the flowers rushing through the fertilization and maturation process , presenting perfectly ripe berries that fall , heavy and lush , into maggie's waiting palm .
❛ have you had these before ? i use them for the diner's cherry cloud pies . i'll let you in on a little secret though — they aren't actually cherries , ❜ she adds with a little playful finger over her lips .
❛ try one , if you want . ❜
the berries give a small good dose of auric sensation ; perhaps a specific memory , or just warm and peaceful sensations . maggie pops one into her mouth and feels her husband's arms around her , the gentle peace that comes from his presence .
the other , she offers to erika .