#AnAxeToGrind

[magicaladrien-blog]

The Beginning...

The screams came from the inside of my head and I knew it, even though they seemed to be as real as the words coming from the customer speaking to me about his drink right now. More often than not, the sounds within my brain was on a constant loop but over the centuries I had learned to navigate through life without showing any outward response as to what was going on in my skull. Just like now I had a teasing smile on my face and a ready answer for whatever the almost drunk male was saying. Even though silently I was rolling my eyes and trying really hard not to shuffle back and forth on my feet as was something I did when I was annoyed. Finally he spit out what he had been trying to say and I swiftly cut in before he started explaining more drivel. “I’m going to make you a White Russian.” I didn’t give him a chance to counter my suggestion as I stepped away to collect the desired bottles needed and started mixing the decadent liquor. I actually enjoyed the job that I did but with anything in life, you had your down points of it but as long as the good outweighs the other, then that was all that mattered to me. I enjoyed the public, who knew that would be the case but it was. The banter was much needed because it was a very useful tool to help quell the voices inside my head. I came back to the highly polished bar, sitting the glass down on it, in front of the patron and I stood there long enough for him to lift it to his lips and give me a winning grin after the first taste. I took pride in my work, even if at times I might cheat with the way of making the variety of cocktails. I mean seriously why would i need to keep all that useless info in my head when I had other skills that more than helped make the drinks? I believed in shortcuts. Why would I take the long and rough way around things when I can easily make things happen exactly the way I want them to and in less time, as well as with very little effort. I grabbed a rag from behind the bar and started wiping down around the male that was my only customer right now. There wasn’t a large crowd at eleven in the morning and technically we weren’t opened until noon. But something in the mans’ eyes called to me and I found myself ushering him in and properly filling his gullet with a variety of sinful liquors. It was the least I could do. Well I guess technically the least I could do was not let him in the door but hey I liked people who were happy and smiling and this human was none of those two things until now. I glanced around the Axe Bar, doing a mental checklist and ticking things off. Tonight things would be in full swing and I would barely have time to take a piss let alone keep the dry rag behind the counter. I caught a movement off to the right and saw the male about to faceplant on the floor but with a simple nod from me, he righted himself walked like a champ to the bathroom. That little trick happened nightly. It was so much easier and less time consuming than waiting for the clean up team and hauling the drunken sod out of the place. I went back to checking things off my list as I finished each task. It was simple enough and took very little energy but it also was things that kept me busy. Which was imperative for me, boredom was never a good thing, my mind went to places that I fought to stay away from. And that is why my love of potions came in handy when I needed to close my eyes and rest in the early morning hours after quitting time happened. I slapped the rag on the counter and poured me a shot, something better happen soon or that not too favorite past time of boredom would set in...

[sabinedillon]

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[magicaladrien-blog]

The past, the present, and a straight blade...Oh my.

I fell asleep in mere seconds. I was positive of it because one minute I could see the crack of light just under my eyelids and before I remember drawing in another breath a whole other world from the past came to life in my mind. I swear I could smell the honeysuckle bushes that lined my property as well as the salty sea air that clung to everything. I was there but I wasn’t. I could see everything as if I was standing inside the small cottage looking around. So many memories, good, bad, absolutely amazing and also the most horrific I’ve ever experienced. I wanted this to be real but then again I wanted to escape this place and forever put it in my past. But I knew that would never be the case and in fact I wouldn’t want it to be. Apart from the aromas, I could also hear the old familiar sounds. Like the crashing waves against the beat down rocks or the laughter that started off in the distance as a musical sound, one that broke my heart instantly. As it came closer it ended up switching over to a screeching cackle that sent a series of flesh rising goosebumps over every inch of my body. I sat straight up in bed with my hazel eyes searching out for what exactly, I didn’t know…Or maybe I did. I think for my own peace of mind, I needed to know where I was. It sounded ludicrous but there more times than not, that I had woken up in a whole other place and at times it would be a completely different realm. I scrubbed the sleep from my weary eyes, swinging my legs off the bed and I sat there for a few, regaining the balance within my head. It was still dark outside which clearly indicated that morning had not yet come to the horizon but sleep was not going to happen again just yet. My brain was a jumbled mess after each time one of these so called dreams happened. I finally stood up on not too steady feet and walked bare assed to the kitchen to start some coffee but before I even made it out of my bedroom, the scent of fresh roast could be inhaled. As each minute ticked by I started to feel more solid within my body and mind. I wandered through my humble abode and with a snap of a finger here and a nod there, as well as a few rolls of the eyes and some fingers twist, my loft was alive with magic in every corner. I sidestepped a broom cleaning up a spilled mess that my pet must have made during my few hours of slumber while dust rags wiped over every bare place. “Show offs…” My signature smirk was in place as I made my way to the lavatory and stood before the full length mirror. “Oh my, a shave is gravely needed. There is no way I can walk around with this much growth on my face.” With a tsk and a click of my tongue against my teeth, the shaving assortment started setting itself up, foaming the shaving cream and heating the towel all while I took a leak. I was trying to knot the tangled mess of long silky curls when the straight razor came at my face suddenly. “Hold the hell up there now Mr.” I muttered a few not so nice words and the blade took another lunge at my throat which had me growling and narrowing my emerald eyes. “If you want a time out then fine, I will give you one. But if you think you can act as if you are not a serial killer, then I would appreciate giving this two day growth of hair off my face.” That must have done it because the straight razor came at me calmer and with more finesse than a crazed cursed blade wanting to bleed me dry. With a few pats of the foamy brush, my face was nicely covered in cream and then the straight blade started in nice and slow, shaving away the unwanted stubble. Sometimes I might have taken longer to get ready than was necessary but I enjoyed the whole process of all the heated water, lotions and other items I used. I finished off with taking one of the hottest showers known to man and left the bathroom the same way that I walked into it, bare assed but clean now. It was obviously super early or really late, depending on how you thought about it. But either way, I was going to hit the streets and find something to get into. Which should not be too hard to find because the first thing I needed to do was some special kind of shopping. I was running low on a few items that I usually kept on hand for the more basic potions and spells. I let my body air dry as I stepped into the closet and took my sweet time picking out what I wanted. “What do I feel like...Hmmm…” The clothes rack started to spin on its own, showing me the vast collection of items hanging. “Slow down dammit.” I snorted as I dragged a pair of ripped knee black skinny jeans off the hanger along with a white and black horizontal striped shirt and I topped it off with a peacoat to match in color as well as black ankle boots. I think today the hair is going to be up in a bun and let it go at that because I knew some of the ingredients that I needed I would be going into the woods to find. And destroying my good clothes was not going to happen. Nope not at all. I left the closet and the clothes followed after me and laid themselves out on my bed. “First lotion and then I am finally going to try that matte black nail polish.” If anyone was looking on from a window, they would just assume I enjoyed talking to myself and they would not see anything moving inside my loft other than myself. But to the naked eye that was full of magic, they would see a whole other world inside my flat.

[ambnc1981]

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[ambnc1981]

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