#& jet owens. * inblueroses

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@inblueroses said: "You don't have to sacrifice yourself for me. We're in this together." sacrifices sentence starters. | accepting.

"I know you mean that, Jet, but I need you to think about this. I do not doubt your power or your resolve, but it would be utterly senseless to keep you in harm's way when I'm more than capable of handling this alone." Sigyn squeezes her hand, hoping to reassure her. "I will be fine, I promise - and I do not make such vows lightly."

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@inblueroses asked: "Can I help you with that?" what do you mean sentence starters. | accepting.

"You don't have to," Sigyn starts instinctively, but one glance at Jet's face has her reconsidering what she's saying. "Oh, but I won't say no. It'll be faster with help - but only if you're sure you don't mind?"

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@inblueroses said: "If it holds wine, it's a wine glass." random lines of dialogue prompts. | accepting.

"Ah, that's the sort of week you've had, is it?" Sigyn asks, her expression knowing as she pours wine into the first vessels Jet hands to her: a coffee mug, and a highball glass.

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@inblueroses said: "You don't know how glad I am to see you made it. Here, let me get you a drink." conversational sentence starters. | accepting.

"No, don't be silly, I'm perfectly capable of making tea." Sigyn insists, taking charge of the situation immediately. This may be Jet's home, but Sigyn has visited often enough that she knows her way around, guiding her friend to sit down at the kitchen table while she sets the kettle to boil.

"You sounded frantic, when we spoke on the phone. Now tell me - what's wrong?"

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@inblueroses said: "I brought some seeds for your garden. I thought about bringing a bouquet but— this way you can grow them and enjoy them longer." conversational sentence starters. | accepting.

"You didn't have to bring anything," Sigyn smiles as the other woman hands her the gift.

The two of them are truly kindred spirits, strange as that may seem - a fact which she's reminded of when she reads the neat, hand-written labels on the packets she's been handed.

Lavender. Forget-Me-Not. Carnation. A shared meaning of all three is devotion, and that realisation snatches the end of her sentence away from her. Where the mortals are concerned, the narratives spun around Sigyn's loyalty often paint it as a weakness, or a failing (when they bother to mention her at all). So when one of them sees it for what it truly is, it takes her by surprise - and makes her heart ache.

Careful not to damage them as she does so, she pulls Jet into a hug.

“It is so good to see you."

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@inblueroses said: "I feel ashamed, mainly." random lines of dialogue prompts. | accepting.

"I know you won't believe me, if I say you've no reason to be." Sigyn begins, reaching across the table to cover her friend's hand with her own. "But from what I know of your story, Jet? Then there is not a single thing you should be ashamed of."

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@inblueroses asked: "Have you even taken the time to let yourself feel it? Everything that's been happening. Eventually, you have to slow down and let it feel real." conversational sentence starters. | accepting.

No.

That's the real answer. All these years, and she's never stopped. All that loss... If she lets herself feel it, she believes it may break her completely.

"That implies that it feeling real is going to do anyone any good."

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Sigyn smiles to herself as the bell above the shop door announces her entry. Truth be told, she has other things to be doing with her day, but the apothecary in the Village has been calling to her for a while, now.

Magic here on Midgard might be different to her Seiðr, but... Magic is magic, and when you're far from home, even the smallest dose of familiarity can feel like a cure for homesickness.

For a little while she just browses the trinkets and ingredients on display, but then her attention is caught by a title on the bookcase, and things seem to still for a moment.

Seiðr Magic: The Norse Tradition of Divination and Trance.

She smiles to herself as she reaches out to touch the book's spine, the expression caught somewhere between nostalgia and sadness. The mortals get a lot wrong - and they don't even consider her worth remembering, for the most part - but the old ways still live on.

"Does anyone ever buy books like this?" Sigyn asks, glancing towards the woman standing behind the register.

@inblueroses for Jet