Elijah Theron Fleming
ILVERMORNY ALUM MWRC APPRENTICE RESEARCHER
509 posts
Infatuated with Cordie Smith
played by Chanel
in too much space we hide.
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last online May 1, 2024 15:23:25 GMT -7
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Mar 2, 2024 18:15:02 GMT -7
Post by Elijah Theron Fleming on Mar 2, 2024 18:15:02 GMT -7
feb 5th 2027 THE CROWD WAS THINNER BY THE FORTUNE teller's stall. The queues far more dense when there was ice cream being offered at a perfectly reasonable price. Eli felt an elbow in his back and he mumbled an apology as a shiny eyed preteen bounced into the line in front of him and Cordie. Eli eyed her expectantly, unable to make the choice for them both in case Cordie wasn't keen to have her palm read. Instead, she looked as unsure as he was, agreeing with him with a short reply.
Tentatively, he guided them towards the stall with his arm linked with hers. The glimmering swathes of fabric draping down over a tent that was erected just behind the display table. Various crystals and phials of glowing potions scattered across the clothed table. There was no person watching it over, and Eli wondered with a spike of panic if they were closed. "Do you think-?" Eli started, speaking from the corner of his mouth as they hovered side-by-side at the display sign. He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence, the curtain pulled from the tent in a flurry of motion as a figure draped in skirts and bangles moved noisily into place.
"Ah!" She exclaimed, opening her arms as if they were old friends. A face that was both young and old all at once. Eli was a bit dumbstruck, watching the way her long black braid seemed to move as if it were sentient, snaking around her bare hips. "Have the young lovers come to pay me a visit?" She grinned and Eli noticed a fine gold tooth glinting near the corner of her large, beautiful smile. Teeth glimmering and just crooked enough to be charming. Her cheeks dimpled and Eli found his face moving to smile along with her. Her words registered a bit late, and he felt his heart jerk in his chest as he cast a quick, panicked look at Cordie.
"Um- we're, I mean, that's-" Eli stuttered. palming the back of his neck as he uncoiled his arm from Cordie in case she started to lose her nerve. "We've come for our fortune... I think?" He frowned over the table, and the teller looked bemused, almost charmed by his lack of confidence. He felt his face might be on fire. "Well, do you want to go together... or... one at a time?" She asked with that same inviting grin, her eyes this time were only for Cordie.
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last online May 17, 2024 8:01:12 GMT -7
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Apr 1, 2024 4:32:08 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Apr 1, 2024 4:32:08 GMT -7
▲ Maybe it wasn’t as good of an idea as she was envisioning. Not that she really wanted to do it in the first place, because she wasn’t sure how fortune telling operated when it came to magic. Her question went unanswered as the two of them stepped up to the stall and stared at the sign in the front of it. There wasn’t enough time to see what any of it said, as the curtains started to move, and a woman appeared from within. Cordelia moved slightly behind Eli as they were approached, her free hand gripping onto his forearm as she became increasingly unsure about the situation. Regular, old magic was absolutely fine with her. When it came to this sort of thing, as it was with Divination when she had been forced to take it in school, there was too much uncertainty. Without visibly being able to see the magic, how could they trust it? As the old (young?) woman started to speak, she asked if the two of them, the lovers, were here for a visit. Cordelia could feel her face instantly start to burn with embarrassment. Is that how they looked right now? All because she was holding onto Eli? She didn’t know what to do, like always, and stayed where she was, still a half-step behind him. Eli apparently didn’t know how to answer to her question either, stammering through his words as he explained that they were just there for a fortune. Cordelia nodded her head at this. The woman then asked if they wanted to do it together or separately, and she looked up at Eli to see if he would answer for her. The problem was that the fortune teller was staring directly at her, and the uneasiness was only growing. ”Err…w-w-well t-together is f-fine with m-m-me…” she said quietly. That seemed to be enough for the fortune teller, who made a similar noise to when she first appeared, and then stepped back inside the shadows of her tent, beckoning with her spider-like fingers for them to follow. ”Sh-She thinks w-we’re d-d-d-“ Cordelia couldn’t finish her sentence. There were definitely times where she had thought about that, but she knew Eli wouldn’t want to date someone weak-willed and boring like her. Even if he seemed to enjoy her company. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Elijah Theron Fleming
ILVERMORNY ALUM MWRC APPRENTICE RESEARCHER
509 posts
Infatuated with Cordie Smith
played by Chanel
in too much space we hide.
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last online May 1, 2024 15:23:25 GMT -7
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Apr 3, 2024 12:07:24 GMT -7
Post by Elijah Theron Fleming on Apr 3, 2024 12:07:24 GMT -7
feb 5th 2027 THE UNCERTAINTY BETWEEN CORDIE AND ELI was almost palpable. Though neither of them seemed to have the guts to separate themselves, knocking shoulders as they stood before the fortune tellers table like two mismatched wooden dolls. Eli felt tense because he could feel how uncomfortable Cordie was becoming. The attention of the odd, mystical figure leaving them almost dizzy with the fantastical nature of it. Eli felt himself gripping Cordie tighter, instead of letting her go. This, of course, did nothing to dissuade the tellers assumption that they were together. Eli didn't care.
"Together," He nodded, giving Cordie's arm a comforting squeeze as he moved from foot to foot, unsure if he should go left or right around the table. Eventually, he felt the guiding hand of the woman land roughly on his shoulder. It was a big hand for such a small woman and he felt the weight of it burning through his jacket as they were led into the tent with a jangle of bracelets and beaded belts.
"It's fine," Eli turned his head, walking blindly so that he could give Cordie his widest smile. He untangled their arms and dropped his hand to lace their fingers tentatively. The walkway was narrow, and Eli took the lead, leading Cordie behind him as he tried not to trip over the blankets and detritus that littered the fortune tellers tent. "I don't care." He shrugged at Cordie, hoping against hope that Cordie didn't care either. He did care, actually. He cared an awful lot, but perhaps not in the way that Cordie expected.
Inside it was dark at first, and Eli had to blink to adjust to the change of lighting. Floating candles gathered like winking stars above their heads. The space was much larger on the inside than it was on the outside. Eli didn't even't have to stoop to stand and he tilted his head to admire the charm work, nudging Cordie excitedly when he did. It was the sort of thing she would like, he thought with a fizz of excitement.
"Call me Esme, and what shall I call you both?" Esme said, releasing Eli from her hold and turning with a swish of her skirts. Her hands came together, nails long and dangerous as they clacked together. "Please take a seat on the floor with me, I want you both to be comfortable in this space... it's safe, I assure you." She winked like they needed to hear that, lowering herself in one smooth move onto a collection of blankets and tasselled cushions behind a wooden pallet draped with silk. A stack of cards lay face down on the pallets top, along with a beaten bronze bowl filled with a mysterious black liquid, and a fat candle that had melted down the outsides fluttered in a nonexistent wind.
Eli dithered in place before finally dropping onto the cushions behind the pallet like a good dog. He ran his thumb over the back of Cordie's hand like it might make her feel better, his heart rattling in his chest. "I'm Eli... this is Cordie..." He gestured to Cordie with one hand, pretending he wasn't sweating when he smiled. "We haven't had our fortunes done before," Eli said, though he wasn't sure if that was true for Cordie. He felt the awkwardness ease slightly as he crossed his legs and let the smell of incense make him a little light headed. "You're not going to tell us when we die or something, right?" He joked good-naturedly and Esme threw her head back to laugh. "If I had the ability to do that, do you think I'd be charging you five sickles a go?" She said with a spectacular lift of her sculpted brow. Eli laughed and turned to look at Cordie's expression, checking if she were okay.
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last online May 17, 2024 8:01:12 GMT -7
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May 12, 2024 10:15:04 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on May 12, 2024 10:15:04 GMT -7
▲ It was funny how her nervousness liked to battle itself, almost like a race. She should have been more concerned about Eli interlocking their fingers, a reassuring moment for sure, but one that would have made her head fuzzy, and face burn, any other point in time. Having a supposed Seer, if the woman, Esme, was even that, tell their fortunes was way more pressure on her for some reason. Probably because she didn’t want to hear someone else saying something that she already sort of knew about herself. It was bad enough that her mum had inquired about the nature of her relationship with Eli before. The stuttering mess of words that had come out of her were unintelligible but said everything that her mum wanted to hear. Since then, Cordelia hadn’t heard anything, aside from the occasional question on how Eli was doing. Cordelia knew she was biding her time, waiting to hear about the end result. Fat chance, since getting to that point was going to be nigh impossible unless Eli got tired of waiting and outright forced her. Too focused on putting one foot in front of the other as they entered the tent, Cordelia barely looked around at their surroundings. She would have been amazed by the levitating candles and charmed fabric ceiling, made to look like the night sky. Alas, she was more worried about what kind of wisdom Esme here was about to drop on the two of them. Assuming it was real. There were still frauds even with the existence of magic, which seemed incredible to her. Cordelia fell into place on a cushion beside Eli, still holding onto his hand tightly. Being worried over this was so stupid but she still didn’t want to hear the answer of whatever it was Esme was going to bestow upon them. Eli questioned whether or not her prophecy would be doom and gloom, and the fortune teller countered back that she wouldn’t be here if that was the case. A small, anxious laugh bubbled out of Cordelia at that, and it somewhat relaxed her. She had noticed Eli was looking at her, probably to gauge how she was doing, and she nodded at him that it was fine to continue. At least death was off the table today. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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