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[AN] Crepuscular
Oct. 6th, 2021 05:18 pmTitle: Crepuscular
Universe: Apocalypse Nigh
Characters: Sinclair Dumont, Juniper Cupress
Rated: K+
Description: Sinclair is having the absolute worst day of her life until a ray of light in the form of a bookstore, and the mysterious fae who owns it, turns her evening around.
It’s raining.
Of course, it’s raining.
Why wouldn’t it be raining?
Sinclair is only having the absolute worst day of her life. It might as well be raining.
She’s exhausted, her stockings are torn, and her hair lost a valiant fight against a wind elemental. One of Xia’s errant Sleepers had needed taming, and she could only think to call Sinclair. Thus Sinclair had been forced to rise before dawn, trudge out to some dusty, filthy apartment, and quiet the raging deity who was not keen on discovering they’d been left to molder in an attic for half a century.
Sinclair wants to go home. Her stomach is growling, she’s filthy, and Xia had managed to both tempt and exasperate her while thanking Sinclair profusely and then traipsing off to her new girlfriend’s warm and cozy bed.
It’s raining, Sinclair wants to go home, but she’s all out of arcana until she’s had a proper rest, so all she has at her disposal is trying to call for a ride, or walking. The rain comes down in heavy sheets, splattering her even in the shelter of the eave she’s taken, and her toes are freezing because of course -- of course -- her favorite pair of boots have chosen today to inform her that they are in need of repair.
Her whole life is in need of repair for crying out loud.
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Universe: Apocalypse Nigh
Characters: Sinclair Dumont, Juniper Cupress
Rated: K+
Description: Sinclair is having the absolute worst day of her life until a ray of light in the form of a bookstore, and the mysterious fae who owns it, turns her evening around.
It’s raining.
Of course, it’s raining.
Why wouldn’t it be raining?
Sinclair is only having the absolute worst day of her life. It might as well be raining.
She’s exhausted, her stockings are torn, and her hair lost a valiant fight against a wind elemental. One of Xia’s errant Sleepers had needed taming, and she could only think to call Sinclair. Thus Sinclair had been forced to rise before dawn, trudge out to some dusty, filthy apartment, and quiet the raging deity who was not keen on discovering they’d been left to molder in an attic for half a century.
Sinclair wants to go home. Her stomach is growling, she’s filthy, and Xia had managed to both tempt and exasperate her while thanking Sinclair profusely and then traipsing off to her new girlfriend’s warm and cozy bed.
It’s raining, Sinclair wants to go home, but she’s all out of arcana until she’s had a proper rest, so all she has at her disposal is trying to call for a ride, or walking. The rain comes down in heavy sheets, splattering her even in the shelter of the eave she’s taken, and her toes are freezing because of course -- of course -- her favorite pair of boots have chosen today to inform her that they are in need of repair.
Her whole life is in need of repair for crying out loud.
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