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But competition made sense when you grew up in the pageant world, didn't it?
So Snow could not blame Georgette or judge her too badly for it. Really, maybe Mama had been right all along to refuse to put Snow in those things, even if Snow had begged her. As much as Snow liked pageants for the elegance and beauty, she had to admit, aspects of it were still outdated-- even in the year of 2024! It wasn't exactly a net positive to pit women against each other on the basis of looks, obviously. And even if pageants claimed to be more about character and community service, well...
That was a stretch. Everyone knew it.
But Georgette was leaving that world now. She had a chance to learn a different lesson. The salon could be a good first exercise. Businesses could be competitive, but there was no other salon in Swynlake. So what Georgette needed to be was collaborative instead.
"Oh, that's alright, it's what you're used to. But I think you'll see quickly that the business owners in Swynlake really love to work together," encouraged Snow. "There's this great coalition-- what's it called? Small Business Owners Coalition, that's what it is! You should join! It's led by Jun Moon, who owns the grocery store in town. That way you can meet other owners and they can help you out."
@perfectisgeorgette
just smile sis | Snowette
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Snow could touch the trunk again and confirm the details, but she did not need to. The strength of the image was burned into her mind, like a palinopsia. She felt she could have picked up a pencil and sketched it for herself then and there-- the fall of her rich brown hair and those eyes, which held the power of storms, both the drizzle and the downpour. Eyes that Jessie had stared into for days and for nights, understanding that particular colour through shifting light.
Snow knew all this without a touch because now she was looking at Jessie instead. Jessie Wright was a woman of control; Snow related to such an identity. But now the mask was lifted. Underneath were her reagents exposed, and Snow could make them out plain. She could even grab them, for they were reagents that had existed for decades, growing ever stronger.
Grief.
Regret.
Homesickness.
Loneliness.
Love?
Of all Jessie's reagents, this was the puzzle piece that had Snow's brow furrowing, her mouth opening slightly as if in a question. When it came to the reagents that endured, love and grief were practically twins. Only upon collection could Snow distinguish one from the other.
But she would not touch Jessie's reagents. They were hers and hers alone.
"What was her name?" Snow asked softly. She could find it within the trunk, but it belonged to Jessie too; she would not take it if Jessie did not first offer it to her.
@belladonna-wright
Haptic Memory - Sessie
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You're basically my family here.
Such a simple yet generous sentence, more generous than King might realize. It cracked Snow open and it filled her at the same time. She burned, and she was healed.
Because she agreed with King with the whole of her heart. Which was the same thing as admitting that she did not have a family anymore. Over the past year, her yearning to talk to her mother had infected her like some kind of parasite. It gnawed at her in her most vulnerable moments. But she could never reach back out; that was how it felt. Because Mama looked at Snow now and did not see her. The pain of missing her mother was something she could bear; to go unseen, misunderstood, was something she could not.
And so her eyes glistened with tears, and it took her a second to answer-- a second like the first raindrop falling from a storm cloud. Snow did not cry though. She smiled.
"Why, King, I would love that. Yes, please-- use my name. Consider it as much yours as it is mine."
@kingofdemxns
Lost Names {Snow King}
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It's Something Unpredictable, But In The End It's Right | Tanya and Friends
Date: Late April 2024
Featuring: @lady-snow-flower, @madmagicmim, @zerohallows, @kingofdemxns, Sonam
Warnings: Death, grief
Tanya returns to Leeds to finish her last bit of business before it is time to go.
TANYA
It didn’t really hit Tanya until the sun started to set over the city as they approached Leeds.
Of course, the mood had been solemn this afternoon when everyone had met up to pile into the car. But you couldn’t stay solemn for four hours. The ride had turned into an oddly normal hangout, blasting music and making jokes and talking over one another. It was everything Tanya wanted out of the day. But only now, as night began to fall, did Tanya remember why she was really here.
She was nervous, of course. But she was also very, very sure about this. More sure than she’d ever really felt about anything. And, in a way, Tanya knew that the part of her that was nervous was the most important part of her. Because this meant she didn’t have to hide from the things that scared her anymore.
“You’re going to take this next left,” Tanya instructed. She’d forgotten a lot of her afterlife, but not her life. And she knew the way to the cemetery well. “And there should be plenty of parking. Sonam’s going to meet us in the lot.”
KING
King did not want this. He probably should, to let Tanya move on and move forward. To be at peace.
But this was his friend and the ache was not soon forgotten. Even as they enjoyed their time together in the car and King was squished in the back he hadn't minded at all.
But suddenly the car felt all too small, all too final and he couldn't help but wish he had more time.
There was also part of him that felt too small. Too unprepared for this. Even though he tried to make out words all he could do was look at others for their lead.
MIM
Mim had been determined to make this a good day. She knew that next week would be horrible and lonely. There would be a dozen texts she would start typing to Tanya before remembering and deleting them. Words she would save up with nowhere to go. Events where she would turn to her side to say something to a person that wouldn’t be there to hear them.
But that was the price of loving someone. She’d deal with that on her own the only way she could. To balance against that, she wanted one last good day to hold in her memory.
She spent the car ride telling dumb jokes to try and make people laugh. Starting silly car games and seeing how long they could keep that up. Pulling up a playlist of Tanya’s favorite music so they could sing along, and tell stories that different songs reminded them of.
The longer they drove, the harder she gripped the steering wheel until she could feel her hands begin to ache. Then she would start another story.
Tanya’s words brought an end to that golden drive and she nodded, making the turns smoothly until they were able to pull to a stop in a nearly empty car park. It was late enough that most people had already gone home. The car turning off brought the silence rushing in.
ZERO
Silence was hardly unfamiliar to him, if it weren't for the people he held close he likely would have existed in that nearly soundless state; little use in speaking just to hear your own voice. But he had been speaking during that trip, among a few people he didn't know and a few who were more important to him than most; because silence wasn't comfortable for everyone the way it was for him, and goodbyes weren't meant to be heavy things.
The heavy parts should come after, Zero reasoned, when memories remained instead; silence was no way to spend those hours.
He knew that, unfortunately, from experience.
So he'd smiled, talked, rolled his eyes at Mim's jokes and made comments on the little conversations, trying to be a counterpart to her efforts as he set aside the silence for Tanya, for a few more memories.
Matching stories with his own, set to making Tanya laugh over things she hadn't known, adventures in clubs and ridiculous things he'd done; it kept the dull ache under his skin at bay and buried in his voice too deep to betray him; everything was finite.
Sometimes it wasn't a comfort, even to him.
His gaze flickered towards the window as the car stopped, some part of him felt the tug of quiet spots and time dissolving all things away, the soft touch of it, as he always did in resting place, final places. Peaceful places.
He offered Tanya an encouraging smile, setting aside the heaviness for later; time was moving terribly fast that day.
SNOW
This was always going to be the end of this story, and the beginning of another. That was the shape of life– a river that flowed forward into a vast and indescribable ocean where things could settle, before the tide brought it back to a new shore, to start again.
Snow knew this. She knew it from the learnings as a wood witch and she knew it from her learnings as a necromancer. She had assisted many ghosts into the next world.
But none of those conversations, those fleeting, fading friendships, had struck her as much as her friendship with Tanya. Tanya was not another ghost; she was a sister to her. Dear in all the ways that family was dear. And the closer to the end they approached, the more raw the pain throbbed inside of Snow. The more frightening it felt. She wanted to turn and run away, as though she were the little sister who could not face life’s realities.
Snow fought against that fear, that panic, that premature grief. She smiled pleasantly and listened to the younger adults as they played around, made jokes, sang along to songs on the radio. She felt like a chaperone more than like she was part of it. But to chaperone was still an essential role– especially for a necromancer and her ghost. Snow reminded herself of that over and over.
She was doing this for Tanya. Tanya deserved a happy ending.
She climbed out of the car and she greeted Sonam who was waiting for them already. She shook the woman’s hand, recognizing a flash of her own fear in the woman. But Sonam was not crying (yet, at least). And she had already turned to her little sister to smile along with everyone else.
“Well, it certainly is a lovely day,” commented Snow, to help soothe any awkwardness. “Leeds was so overcast when we came last time, wasn’t it, Tanya? But that sunset is beautiful.”
SONAM
Sonam’s heart thudded as she saw the car pull into the lot, recognizing it from the description her sister had sent her. This was it. The goodbye that she hadn’t gotten when she’d lost Tanya the first time, all those years ago.
Part of her felt selfish for keeping this from everyone else. Her parents, Tanya’s friends, extended family. But Tanya had been adamant. She didn’t want anyone else to know, because she was afraid they wouldn’t understand. After she had moved on, Tanya told her, Sonam could tell them the truth if she wanted to. She had always been a lot better at explaining things. But for now, as so often was the case for her as the eldest of the family, Sonam was the keeper of this secret.
She shook Snow’s hand, relieved that someone else she had met before was here. “It’s nice to see you again, Snow,” she replied, then turned her gaze toward the others spilling out of the car.
Tanya’s friends in Swynlake— she’d mentioned that they would be here, too. Mim, King, and Zero. Unusual names, yes, but that checked out for Tanya.
And then there she was. Her sister.
TANYA
“Hey,” Tanya said, stepping forward to hug her. This wasn’t the desperate, dramatic hug of their last meeting, but something gentler. Still, she held on just a little longer than she needed to.
She took a step back. “So, you know Snow, and this is Mim, King, and Zero,” Tanya said, gesturing to her friends. “They’re gonna come with us.” Sonam gave a little wave. Something in Tanya’s heart squeezed at the sight of all of them together, these people who had meant so much to her at different points of her afterlife. She hoped it wouldn’t be the last time they gathered, even without her.
“So… follow me, I remember the way. Sonam, we’re good on security, right?”
“Yeah, they won’t bother us,” Sonam assured her. She didn’t use her magic often these days, but a distraction spell did come in handy now and then when you needed a little privacy.
MIM
Tanya had mentioned that her older sister would be there, but seeing her was still a jolt. Because she was old.
Okay, not old old. But it was clear she was much older than Martin, and there were already people who questioned the ten year gap the Ambrosius siblings had. Seeing her and Tanya together, Sonam looked more like she could be Tanya’s mother than her sister. Or maybe it was a glimpse of who Tanya might have been if she’d gotten to grow up like that.
It was one of those little moments that brought home what had happened. What it had been like. The way time had moved on, but Tanya hadn’t. Until now.
Waving when she was introduced, Mim fell into step close to Tanya as they began to walk.
ZERO
Zero had always thought that Tanya's mentioning life had seemed like in the distance sense, and seeing Sonam was another itch; he was uncomfortably aware of the presence of time passing in all things but with people it was almost like counting the days in terms of events rather than hands on the clock or grains tumbling through an hourglass.
Sonam was older, Sonam had lived and lived, and Tanya had lived without her. Something struck him as heavy in that, but sometimes life was heavy. He offered a smile in return for the introduction (seemed like he was pulling up a lot of smiles that day but for Tanya, of course, yes) and stepped away from the car.
Stepped into that goodbye, he supposed, with his tired bones knitted together with resolve over a promise he felt grateful to be able to keep.
That hourglass tipped again and they were walking, together, the most ordinary thing in the world to do; as if there was anything ordinary at all that day.
SNOW
They walked quietly, this party stitched together from different periods of life. Tanya’s past and her present. As they walked, all time merely blended together, as if it didn’t exist at all. Like this walk could go on forever, just as the drive could go on forever, just as one last conversation with Tanya could go on forever.
Yet time made itself known when they reached the grave. They all came to a stop, and it was a jarring reminder of the tick-tick-tick of the clock.
Here was where Tanya’s story had stopped once before.
Here it might stop again.
No, thought Snow to herself– reminding herself again. It is not a stop. It is the start of something else. For too long had Tanya been stuck. This was her chance to be free.
And since Snow was the necromancer, she took it upon herself to smile at Tanya. “Would you like to dig or shall I?” she asked. “I suppose we could all pitch in a little. That might be nice.”
TANYA
The last time Tanya came here, her energy had lurched violently, confronted with the very real fact of her death that she had been avoiding for so long. But it was different, now, approaching her grave. Maybe it was that she felt much more at peace about the whole thing, that she’d accepted that she was dead and that she was going to move on.
Or maybe it had to do with all the people surrounding her, people who meant so much to her, from all these different points of her afterlife. At the center of it was Snow, who had come with her last time, who had guided her here from the beginning.
“Yeah, I think that would be nice too,” Tanya said, snapping out of her wandering thoughts. She set her backpack down and took out the urn, hugging it close to her chest before setting it down on the ground and picking up the shovel. She tossed some dirt aside and then offered it to King, who was standing next to her. “You want to do some?”
KING
King had hung back as everyone walked, his hands itching out to hold onto someone, anyone. He glanced at everyone in their little ragtag group before taking a few quick steps forward so he could take Snow’s hand. A shrug of a smile as if that was the only thing he could do to explain why he had taken her hand.
Until she offered to dig and he took a step back as some got to work. The dirt piled up and the grief built with it, creeping on slowly, unavoidable. Counting down the moments until the end.
Unlacing his fingers King accepted the shovel from Tanya with a nod, he would have done this with his bare hands just to help if it was needed. Digging a bit he offered it to the next person, his hands still itching, opening and closing again and again.
MIM
Mim took the shovel when it was her turn. She was trying not to think about the urn currently in Tanya’s arms. What it meant. The weirdness that came with what she knew had to rest inside. If she thought too much about it, she had a feeling she would start crying and she refused to fall apart. She had her pride.
The handle of the shovel bit into her hands as it dug into the dirt. For a moment, she considered using a flash of magic to toughen up her hands, strengthen her muscles, something like that. But she didn’t. This wasn’t something she wanted made easier through magic.
Once she’d dug her part, she looked over at Zero and handed the shovel off to him.
It was only then she stepped over towards Tanya to pull her into a short hard hug. Despite her best intentions, she could feel tears pricking at her eyes anyway. “Te deseo lo mejor de lo mejor, mi mejor amiga,” she said softly enough that only Tanya could hear.
Letting go, she went back to stand by Zero, taking in a deep breath and slowly releasing it.
Zero
It felt strange to admit, even if it was only to himself, that graves felt like an odd sort of thing. He'd never fully wrapped his head around boxes in the ground rather than returning fully to the earth, but he respected it for what it was as a different custom.
He'd never had any hand in digging one though, that thought lingered as he was handed the shovel.
When he took it his eyes caught, only very briefly, at the new splash of color along his forearm, still healing, still fresh; but once it had it would remain inked into his skin as a reminder for days and years ahead. Days he would feel the absence, not as much with the ache of that day but the gratitude of the ones before it.
He felt the age in the handle, in the soil as it turned over like a blanket. He liked to think that was what a grave was, ultimately; a blanket of earth secure, sheltering. It was too hard to think of it as anything else as he worked at that spot. The soil was old, anchoring, sheltering; although Tanya would hardly remain there, he thought.
She had already remained; it was moving to whatever came next.
As he handed off the shovel to the next person he saw the hints of the weight of the day in Mim, in King, Snow, knew it was there in himself, in everyone. But Tanya herself seemed lighter somehow, certain, and that was all Zero really needed to know.
He moved to catch hold of her hands, to speak to her quietly, to smile. "Wherever it is you're going next, I know you'll burn just as bright there; I'll never forget how you did here." His voice held steady, he gave her hands a squeeze, then he stepped back.
SNOW
Snow was the last to dig.
How many graves had she dug before at this point? No one besides Tanya knew this about her. They probably looked at Snow, in her long skirts and dresses and perfectly pinned hair and thought she’d never held a shovel before. But she had– a hundred times by now.
Yet this grave was not any grave. She gripped the shovel too tightly for a moment, as her tears rose to the surface.
With one breath, she eased her own heartbreak and the tears receded. Then she put the shovel to the earth and she dug. Just a few more shovels were needed, and then they hit the box which had once contained Tanya’s urn.
“Here we are,” said Snow. She knelt down and cleaned away more of the dirt, this time with her hand. It felt too coarse to do so with the shovel. Her eyes once again filled with tears. Here they were, at the beginning of everything. She thought of planting flowers with her mother in the garden.
They’d plant Tanya’s soul here too. And let it grow. Let it go.
Snow straightened again and she turned to Tanya. The tears shined in her eyes, but she smiled through them as she stepped forward and gave Tanya a gentle hug. When she pulled away, her hands lingered on Tanya’s shoulders. “I’m so happy I got to be your sister, Tanya. Even if just for a little while,” she murmured to her. “I’m so proud of you.”
And then with one last squeeze of Tanya’s shoulders, Snow stepped back. The next part Tanya had to do on her own.
TANYA
Sonam took the shovel back while Tanya stepped forward, holding onto the urn tightly. Everything made sense now. It was always supposed to happen this way. Unearthing the urn with Snow had been the first moment in a chain reaction that led her exactly to this point.
Which wasn’t to say the path here was predictable. The evidence that it wasn’t stood all around her, the friends who had joined her along the way, who had taught her lessons she hadn’t even known she needed to learn and showed her love, so much love, so much love and grace and kindness that Tanya just couldn’t believe that it would all end here, cold dirt in the ground and cold ash in an urn. All of that love had to go somewhere.
And maybe that was what Tanya had been afraid of from the beginning. That her life, cut so short, hadn’t meant anything. That because she’d never accomplished all of the things she planned on, it was a waste. So she clung to a half-life, slowly losing hope and hiding behind the monster she thought she had to be.
But now she could see that it had meant something. Her first life and her afterlife. It just looked a little different from what she had expected.
Tanya crouched down and set the urn down in the ground, and then she stood up and turned around again. Her eyes blurred with tears, but she was smiling as they scanned across the small group gathered around her. None of them were perfect people, but they were exactly who she’d needed. Sonam, who never gave up on her. King, who forgave her. Zero, who understood her. Mim, who saw her at her worst and loved her anyway. Snow, who became her family. It was all about this, at the end of it, wasn’t it? It was about these people, and if she meant half as much to them as they’d meant to her, well, in a way, she’d live forever.
One by one, they said their goodbyes. And Tanya didn’t necessarily need the words; she felt all of it deep in her heart. But sometimes it was important to say things, she knew. For your own sake, and for the sake of others. Warmth glowed inside her, and seeing the way her friends looked back at her, Tanya knew she was ready.
“Thank you. All of you,” Tanya said. A breeze blew in and her hair whipped across her face. For a moment, like wind feeding a flame, she seemed to burn brighter. And then, in an instant that you would miss if you blinked, there was only a faint wisp of smoke.
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Snow's desk was covered in different wallpaper samples as she considered her options. None of them seemed quite right though-- and this was the second swath of samples she had ordered. How absolutely disappointing...
...less disappointing was Wolf stepping into the study and distracting her from her dismal frustration. Snow looked up and smiled at once, feeling lighter in seconds.
"Oh? Oh! Yes, of course!" Snow clasped her hands. "I didn't realize it would be done already! My, that was quite speedy of you."
It all depended on how much damage there had been, but from what Snow remembered, opening up that beautiful antique grandfather clock had sent Wolf into a fit of grumbling at first. He'd probably had to replace quite a few parts and for the past few weeks, he had squirreled himself away to work on that project of his.
Well, when he was not squirreling off for other... shall we call them pursuits?
"I'd love to see it!"
@wolf-innsheepsclothing
No Time Like The Present - Snow Wolf
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Jessie was not mean; Jessie had never been mean to Snow. For a moment, Snow expected her to be though, because this was an invasion of privacy even if Snow had never meant for it to be. Instead of taking offense, a different light shone across Jessie's eyes. Or perhaps-- it was the absence of light. A shutting down.
Jessie was not mean, but she was on guard.
The colour on Snow's face bloomed deeper, but she answered as honestly as she could. "Well, I'm not entirely sure. Unless I try quite hard to piece the memories together, they're scraps more than they are scenes."
And emotions. She caught those strongest of all, these wisps of feelings from long ago.
The emotions packed away in this trunk were heavy and deep ones. A sorrow that had grown stronger, not weaker.
"But there was a woman. And she looked rather stricken-- surprised, I supposed. While someone was using this trunk to move away. That was all I could gather."
@belladonna-wright
Haptic Memory - Sessie
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Yes, it could be considered an odd gift, and there was a part of Snow who thought that Ting-Ting wouldn't like it or appreciate it, even as a gesture but-- she did so love the meaning behind it. Why do you think baby showers were called... baby showers? Umbrellas were at the heart of the origin. To gift someone an umbrella was seen as a way to shower them in love. And in Chinese culture, an umbrella was a gift was seen as a means to protect one from bad fortune.
And being practically-minded, it was very important to keep the sun off your skin. Especially considering darling Baby Qin was set to be born in the spring, right before summer.
So Snow beamed when she saw Ting-Ting light up with appreciation and understanding. "Exactly!" Snow exclaimed. "I have other gifts for you too, but I just thought this one might be nice to give you one on one like this. Oh, I'm so excited for the shower next week!" She clasped her hands.
@princess-ting-ting
April Showers Bring... || Sing Song
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Oh yes, Mal put on a show. And Snow loved the show. Ever since she was little, she had been in love with beautiful things, fascinated and entranced by them. She loved to play with her mother's jewelry and watch the birds flit around the birdhouse. She could spend forever simply appreciating someone or something from afar.
But she was glad that she could appreciate Mal up close
And she did. Snow bit her lip, bit down on the whimpers bubbling up to her lips, as she gazed at Mal preparing the harness.
The sight alone was enough to have her clenching all her muscles, curling her toes against the sheets, and tugging, ever so gently, against the bonds that kept her arms above her head. She'd like to sweep her hands over Mal's taut abdomen, kiss her round, dark nipples tenderly, hold and stroke her jaw. But with her hands bound, all these opportunities remained closed to her, alive and sparkling only in Snow's vivid imagination.
And that just made her hungrier.
When Mal finally touched her, the pleasure exploded. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her clit closer into Mal's touch. It was delicious friction that send Snow's eyes squeezing closed. But it also ended too quickly, Mal grabbing at her hips again and forcing her hips to still, no matter how much she tried to wiggle.
She loved that feeling though. Hence the restraints-- tie her up, smack her, tell her to stop being so impatient. She loved being greedy and being punished for that greed-- especially when the punishment inevitably led to more pleasure.
That pleasure was coming, the tip of the dildo tantalizing Snow's entrance. She whimpered again, then begged.
"Please-- please, fuck me, fuck me, I need you, Mal."
Mal answered her plea with one swift thrust. The dido shoved inside her, pressed tight and wet against her walls.
Snow cried out, throwing her head back. The fucking began immediately, Mal thrusting in and out, giving her exactly what she wanted. She couldn't distinguish between the pleasure and the pain-- just love the force of Mal's thrusts either way between her legs. She squeezed her legs tightly around Mal's hips and once again pulled at her restraints, so the ropes dug deeper into her wrists.
They didn't give. Mal tied the knots well. And so Snow only had her mouth to let know Mal was doing a good job.
She moaned at Mal's mouth on her nipples, her cock torturing her cunt. "S-so good. You fu-fuck me so well, oh--" Snow closed her eyes again, arching her back. "Want more, please, fuck me harder, I'll do anything--" she whimpered.
The Forbidden Fruit || Mallow
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So far, Snow had mostly kept the things she glimpsed of Jessie's items to herself.
Perhaps that was not fair. Perhaps that was like finding a page of Jessie's diary and reading it, when she should just turn the page over and go about her day. Or at least admit to Jessie what she had seen. During any of these recollections though, the glimpses were rare and brief, like a bird darting between branches. Blink, and you would miss it. It felt a larger invasion of privacy to ask for context rather than leave those memories further untouched.
But the woman's face had been so clear to Snow. She wondered if she would find that face in any of the pictures within the trunk...
An instinct, born from her friendship with Jessie, told her that the odds of that were probably low.
But the absence of the woman in any picture frame only proved her importance.
Now Snow's cheeks colored as she smiled apologetically at Jessie. "I-- sorry, I-- did you know that necromancers can... see memories from objects?" she said. "I thought I saw someone when I touched this trunk. Perhaps a previous owner, before you came into possession of it."
@belladonna-wright
Haptic Memory - Sessie
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Snow's eyes drifted down to where the cantankerous rumble had made itself known. When she met Wolf's eyes again, her eyes sparkled brightly with amusement. Why, she couldn't have Wolf fall over on her from hunger, could she?
"There's certainly plenty of that," she told him warmly. "Are you craving anything? There's all kinds of sweet and delicious things here."
@wolf-innsheepsclothing
A Little Fresh Air || Snow Wolf
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"Oh, there's many ways to use a trunk such as this. It should be displayed in some way-- do you see that fine leatherwork?"
Snow's mind had started to invent. She'd seen DIY projects that took a trunk like this and gave it legs, so it became a makeshift table. Hm, but that was too gaudy for Jessie's style, thought Snow, and besides to drill holes in that good leather after Jessie had kept such good care of it...
But she could put it at the foot of a bed or use it as a centrepiece, or a coffee table...
Snow put her hand gently on the trunk and all these thoughts were tossed away.
Instead, flashes of the past blew through her. This trunk, yanked open with such force. Things tossed in its mouth carelessly. Clothes, jewelry, shoes.
Then, a woman's face.
Snow drew her hand back from the trunk and she frowned lightly down at it, falling quiet.
@belladonna-wright
Haptic Memory - Sessie
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Snow smiled broader, already excited for such a task. Those spells she primarily made for Bones, but to create a little prize for someone else made her eager to get brewing. She'd not had a project for many living people in-- well, a very long time!
But first, there was something more important to check off Snow's long to-do list.
"That does remind me... well, there will be plenty of gifts at the baby shower, so don't think this is the only one you'll get, but I wanted to give one while it's just you and me," said Snow.
She reached underneath the table to bring out a long, slim box, wrapped very prettily. She passed it along to Ting-Ting.
"I saw this while out antiquing and thought of you and the baby."
When Ting-Ting opened the gift, she'd find a delicately made lace parasol, kept in wonderful shape over the years.
Snow blushed a little. "I know it might seem strange, but it's a traditional gift people used to give new mothers. Lady Miracle told me so."
@princess-ting-ting
April Showers Bring... || Sing Song
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Had Snow seen such a thing?
As always, she was busy with her management responsibilities and now this new project, plus a few freelance opportunities. She had spent most of April planning and shopping. A Magick Grand Prix held no interest to her at all, outside of when Lightning McQueen had stayed at the inn. But he was long gone now.
For King, she supposed she should look into it though. Hm, onto the to-do list--
Before she could write the note down though, King surprised her and she looked up from the clipboard again.
Oh.
All thoughts of the renovations swept out of Snow's mind. She beamed. "Wait-- really?" she said. "My last name?"
@kingofdemxns
Lost Names {Snow King}
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By June?!
Now... that was completely unrealistic to Snow, but she wasn't sure how to break it to Georgette. Perhaps it wasn't really her place to do so. She would learn on her own, really. Even if she got a petition together and then got it approved, she'd have to put everything in place for the salon and get approvals from all different kinds of inspection agencies. England might be different, but didn't salons have to go through a special licensing process, too?
All things Georgette would learn. Snow was happy to help when the time came-- for now, bringing up these things could discourage the younger woman.
"Near the Queen Bee is perfect! Or even close to the gym? Then someone can come from the gym and pamper themselves!" Snow exclaimed as she imagined it. "Plus those who go to Queen Bee probably would love a salon too, so that's good for both businesses. No competition worry at all. You could even make friends with Alana and Marie."
@perfectisgeorgette
just smile sis | Snowette
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Snow: [deleted] if you want
Snow: [deleted] i know we fought but if
Snow: [deleted] i could use someone to talk to too
Snow: [deleted] I miss you
Snow: I wish i could help. Really
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Snow: It's not up to me. There's nothing I can do to stop her if it's what she wants
@gem-morey
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Snow: I know its upsetting im not saying you cant be upset
Snow: I'm just saying to try and see it from her perspective.
Snow: [deleted] if you want you could come over and we
Snow: i'm sorry. I'm going to miss her so much too
@gem-morey
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