#winnie.talks

[winnie-bosko]

"Heehee, I got your hat, Auggie!"

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[dissonantdaydream]

where: hanged man's tavern with: open

thud, thud, thud, tink! winnie drummed her fingers against the shining pewter mug of mysteriously dark liquid. thud, thud, thud, tink! “tell me a secret.” she said quickly as if the thought were suddenly snatched from a bullet flying past. winnie sat forward. violet eyes burned, imploring an immediate answer. “tell me something that no one else knows.”

[winnie-bosko]

"Hii! How is everyone?"

Winnie waves excitedly at you.

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[winnie-bosko]

"Y'know, my favourite flowers are probably forget-me-nots. Theyre super pretty, and their name sounds so romantic! I wonder if they have any sort of, like, folktale to them?"

[dissonantdaydream]

where; somewhere cramped with; open

"oh, fuck me."

[dissonantdaydream]

the drink lingered on the back of a well-versed tongue palate while winnie's mouth remained parted only slightly to aerate the concoction properly. it tasted somewhere between an old-fashioned and a sazerac, but not distinct enough to be either. the flavors were muddled, pun intended, and there wasn't enough complexity in the depth of it. winnie swallowed.

"less mead, more absinthe, and add some mint." the opinion was given with decisive assertiveness, but of course, winnie had extensive experience as a test subject... also excessive hubris. it was entirely within her purview to give such opinions as if they were fact. "and set it on fire."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 ⇝ marius myers & open. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 ⇝ the hanged man.

"here's what i've been working on." marius pushed the drink across the bar, leaning against the old, polished wood and frowning at it. "it's not bad, but i think something's missing. or needs adjusting. the bitters, perhaps?"

one perk of owning the place and having a steady supply of customers was that there was always a willing guinea pig. free alcohol-- marius had yet to have anyone turn it down, but then, he tended to very carefully select those he offered the concoctions to. "what do you think?" he asked. "more mead, less mead? i don't want to veer from the spiced bitters, they were the whole point of the drink, but i'm tempted to start experimenting with others. "

[dissonantdaydream]

tags for guinevere montague.

[winnie-bosko]

"...J, just to be clear... it's... currently July... right?"

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[dissonantdaydream]

winnie paused in front of a selection of various warding crystals and sneered down at them. "you are a very presumptuous little witch." daisy likely had mustard seed at her own shop with which it could find their way home. the little princess was typically quite accommodating on such matters. "why exactly would you suspect I am not a witch?" winnie asked, turning to look at the store clerk. it smiled in a way that did not meet those intense violet eyes, each tooth catching the light.

"well, i know that it's mustard seed. i also know that most people who walk through that door expect us to have a jar of eyeballs floating around." beatrice barely glanced up from her reading, watching the creature move through the shop like a tornado, keen on making sure nothing went flying if it decided to kick up it's wind. "either way, we don't have it. i've been out of stock for three day. and i don't keep my eyeballs in a jar. the flower shop down the street sometimes has it when we don't. and if we're so lackluster, you're welcome to order your ingredients off of amazon like the other modern day witches. but you aren't a witch, so perhaps too uncooth for you."

[dissonantdaydream]

"what does age have to do with it?" winnie inquired. childhood seemed a peculiar fascination for all the mortals. their lives were so decided and swayed by the circumstances of those first few years. why? winnie could not relate as they never had one. at least, not in this form. a draconian hatchling did not translate in nearly the same way, and that was so long ago, so many deaths ago, that winnie could scarcely even remember it to compare. "oh you do? and do you have a shovel? do you know how to break the dirt with those little soft hands?" they teased.

"i think it's safe to say that i wouldn't hide it, now. a little too old to be grounded." as the words left his mouth, though, tariq smiled. not because he was lying on the not lying part, but because he knew if kol wanted to ground him, he would listen. plus, if he didn't winnie and walden were there to make sure it stuck. "nothing else that i can think of. i would like to dig more into what my family was hiding, though." it was no secret, at least from his 'found' family that he had discovered after the gruesome murder of his biological family that they had been notorious vampire hunters once upon a time. but, he still felt like there was more to know, more to investigate.

[dissonantdaydream]

what a macabre scene to imagine. rabbits were usually not depicted as vicious killers, monty python notwithstanding, so his grandmother must have had quite the flare for dramatics. that or she was terribly tired of children falling asleep in her garden. winnie smiled. she gestured at a passing server to refill both his and her drinks. "and what about tariq now? how would you respond to that fear? would you be capable of owning up to it? or would you hide it? what else are you hiding?"

"an old wives tale." tariq gave a somber smile as he reveled in the memory. "my grandmother used to tell us that if we fell asleep in the garden, the rabbits would mistake our toes for carrots and eat them off." it seemed rather silly now, had even seemed silly to him when he was an olden teenager and figured out that wouldn't really happen, but he could laugh at himself. "mainly fear of getting in trouble. to a kid tariq, a telling off and a week with no treats for old chippy seemed better than me being grounded for a month." he still had chippy and was rather grateful that walden had let him bring the dog with him into the house. the only other remaining survivor besides himself from that fateful night a little over ten years ago.

[dissonantdaydream]

"neither a compliment if you think me dull in either." winnie retorted with pointed speed. "monster is the word you people gave me. there was no such term in my first language. I am only reclaiming it. afterall, what the fuck is the purpose of the monster in the story, dam?" why would she want to be a king or a troubadour when she was that which kings feared most and the troubadours told their tales of her in terrible awe? "a warning. an omen. the force of change. the threat against wasteful complacency. a guardian from this mundane mediocrity. not everyone deserves to be a hero, especially those who want to be; so I'm the sieve. they should pray I remain so." winnie's smile was wicked. "you? you do not know how to want, and I prefer when you wear green."

"your passion matches your wit." his answer was simple, as he reached out to twist the little black stirrer in his drink around and around in the glass. it wasn't that damocles didn't want to solve winnie's little riddle, it was simply that he didn't want to give up the great fun that they were. the conversations and the snarling arguments were one of the most common sources of fun in his life, and giving her back to the sky simply meant losing all of that. he wouldn't tell her that, not outright, but it was simple fact. he waffled on it on purpose. "you would have made an excellent king or an excellent trubador, but i think you like the idea of being the monster in your own story just as much as being the hero of it. this is a fun little game. what have you learned in your observations of me? we both know you study me as much as i do you."

[dissonantdaydream]

"I am allowed to do whatever I desire with what is within my possession. this is not limited to knowledge, influence, nor riches, and I agree to no terms on the contrary. however, I do not know who the fuck your siblings are, nor do I care to seek them out." winnie's lips pulled apart as a wicked, toothy grin spread over the bottom half of it's face. "proceed with that knowledge, and the warning to not make demands of me." the secret was not so scandalous and not so very interesting. it was hardly even an embarrassing thing to admit. honestly, it seemed more like an excuse to brag about a very niche skill. yet if it had been unknown, it was technically a secret. "in what nation?"

"That's a fair bargain." Fiona decided with a nod. She could admit she was curious about what secrets this beautiful woman could hold. Honestly, she got the feeling there was more unknown than known about her. As for Fiona, well, she doubted her secrets were all that interesting. But she had made a deal. “You’re not allowed to tell my siblings, okay? Especially not Wally. He’d never let me live this down. I’ve been the top ranked national champion in Scottish country dance for the last ten years in a row. I’ve only just retired because they’re starting to get suspicious about how young I still look.”

[dissonantdaydream]

damocles had not known what it was like before. winnie closed both eyes and saw not but iridescent white, a blinding bolt of lightning against starless, black night; a memory from before the first death. "these fairy tales, legends, folk lore, even conspiracies are all created by mortals limited through their ignorance as a means to give order to the chaos which frightens them. they author these curses to impose their intent of what should be learned in terms of a rudimentary scope of morality, but control will not keep chaos at bay- only exacerbate that deep fucking fear of it." she had been as lightning once, and perhaps still was in some bottled sort of way. winnie did not fear the unpredictable, but relished it as intimately as a first love. she opened her eyes and returned damocles's gaze. "I was always beautiful." she snarled. "just as I remain a monster. they sought to make me containable and in doing so, created something unobtainable. do you think this was the lesson they wanted?" why did killing the king make a monster, when a knight slaying the dragon created a hero? "so what have I learned? the burdens of beasts and beauty belong in the same vein. a woman too is denied her desire for the impossible and hungers just as much." why was a dragon compelled to a princess? "and what have you learned from observing me all this time?"

"maybe i like you stuck like this." damocles' retort was simple, somewhat playful, but no less truthful for it. the fact of the matter was, there was something fascinating about winnie being stuck as she was, trapped in skin that felt wrong. he'd known them like this for more than a century, and each and every moment of it's life was fascinating in a new and different way. changing it back would mean losing out on the irrational outbursts and amusing moments of almost humanity it displayed. guaranteed adventure was not what dam saw. "my interest is in the permenance of longevity, not imminent ends, anyway. if i can bottle immortality, maybe the opposite is also true. setting you free from your flesh prison is an interesting endeavor, but what if it's impossible? curses have intent, don't they? fairy stories tell us that there are lessons to be learned. it's the opposite of the beast, you've been turned from a monster to a beautiful human, and now you have to learn some lesson about it." now, all playfulness had taken over as damocles smirked at winnie, resting his chin on his upturned palm. "what have you leaned as a pretty femme presenting human, winnie?"

[dissonantdaydream]

"if you haven't grown tired of life yet, what would make you so inclined to believe that you will at some point?" winnie posited, still largely ignoring damocles. both eyes were focused somewhere in the far distance as pyres of countless relevant thoughts flickered, roared, and waned behind the violet irises. "we already know the cure to vampirism is death. the blessing is it's immortality, the curse is that you will never grow old with anyone." the subtle hope his desires were less transparent than they currently appeared burned just inside winnie's chest. they all had curses; some were more restrictive than others. "but if you remain so keenly interested in an imminent end, which is all death is, I'll kill you. so your time would be better spent figuring out how to fucking free me instead; that, at least, is a guaranteed adventure."

damocles let the silence fester for a moment, lingered in it. there was something almost comfortable about the stark and uncomfortable silence he sat in with winnie, a feeling of familiar that he hated to admit that he liked. "i'm looking for the cure for vampirism." finally, his eyes returned to winnie, and the conversation as a whole. she wanted a secret, and while most people were aware of his quest for immortality outside of the bite of a vampire, no one knew that. "i think that one day, i might decided i've grown tired of eternal life. and if i can create a new adventure and die about it, wouldn't that be fun?"

[dissonantdaydream]

winnie considered the proposition for a moment. they had never liked to give more than what they were getting, but a trade could be fun so long as it was interesting enough. "well if your secret is worth anything, then perhaps I will reveal one of equivalent value. wouldn't you like to know what I keep secret?"

"Well, I will give you that." When was the last time she'd ever seen anyone with violet eyes? She wondered if this stranger would let Fi make her a dress. "Though if I give you a secret, what do I get in return?"