Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 0:31:03 GMT -5
It was a Saturday and Marie was home alone, despite the fact that it was hardly 8am. Something had come up an emergency late last night and Chris had had to go take care of it. Apparently it was enough to rouse all those of rank. And he hadn’t come home. She was worried, of course, but she knew he’d be okay. Not just because he was the strongest person she knew, but also because she planned on entirely being there for him when he did return. She fastened the belt around her jeans’ waist and then grabbed her favorite light sweater. It wasn’t quite chilly yet, but if you were out in the breeze, it would get to you. And she was a whimp in cold weather. So she pulled the soft material over her head and grabbed a necklace her father had given her as a wedding gift. It was a long silver chord with a key on the end that much resembled the one he carried. It meant a lot to her. The memory of the two-faced god walking her down the aisle. And the memory of Christopher Ashby at the end of that aisle. Janus had told her this key was her something old, though when she asked how old, he simply winked. Trust him to be mysterious.
So there she was, all dressed up – kinda – and ready to go. She left the house, locking the door behind her and sliding the keyring with the personalized keychain she’d gotten for both of them holding her singular key. They keychain had a lightning bolt and a key hooked together with a crystal-studded heart. She’d had them specially made by a young aspiring son of Vulcan who had only gotten to camp about three months ago. He had been so excited and scared to get such an important project and had taken a solid month and a half to make them under the tutelage of the older Vulcan kids. The keychains showed imperfections, yes, but she liked that about them. And she hoped Chris liked it too.
She walked to Ben’s café and got a pumpkin spice latte to help her with the day, leaving a tip in the cute little pumpkin jar. Then the florist shop. Sure, she used to avoid the best florist in town simply because the rumors. Well, the owner did used to be a murderer. That kind of was something. That and it had been locked up tight for a while, so it was a shot in the dark going there. She walked up to the simple yet elegant entrance of Evelyn’s store. The Come in, we’re Open sign was hanging at an angle, but it was facing the open side. She gingerly pushed the door open. “Hello? Evelyn?”
TAG: Evelyn McCloud
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NOTES: I just think these two need to be friends.