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On Thor's day, she made candy.
The girls played contentedly on a rug in the middle of the kitcehn floor and Eostre stirred sugar on the stone and let her mind drift. Sh thought about old lovers; about pale Dream with his beautiful sunrises, and Loki with his mouth bitter with lies. The human ones, the gods, the ones who'd ended up somewhere in between. She thought about spring in San Francisco. She thought about the day that Wednesday and Shadow had come to meet her in the park. She thought about the Morrigan pissing on the mountain side, and she thought about the Thunderbirds.
Two years. It was funny how life moved on, and somehow stayed the same.
In front of her, she had little bowls of flavouring, ready to add to individual bowls. When she'd been pregnant with the girls, she'd been addicted to the lemon ones. There was a little chili to make a batch for Abby. The children seemed to like the berry ones best. And then there was a couple of tea ones, as always, for Fred.
"Mom," said one of the girls, from the rug. Her tone was so insistent that Eostre realised that she must have been saying it for some time.
"Yes, baby?" said Eostre, twisting to look over her shoulder, forgetting, for a moment, about sugar syrup and old kisses as she listened to her daughter spout nonsense.
This life thing, it was alright. A lot of the time, it was just fine.
ooc: This won't come as a surprise to a lot of you, but this will be Eostre's last EP. For that reason, it'll stay open for AS LONG AS IT NEEDS TO, so, please, feel free to tag in.
The girls played contentedly on a rug in the middle of the kitcehn floor and Eostre stirred sugar on the stone and let her mind drift. Sh thought about old lovers; about pale Dream with his beautiful sunrises, and Loki with his mouth bitter with lies. The human ones, the gods, the ones who'd ended up somewhere in between. She thought about spring in San Francisco. She thought about the day that Wednesday and Shadow had come to meet her in the park. She thought about the Morrigan pissing on the mountain side, and she thought about the Thunderbirds.
Two years. It was funny how life moved on, and somehow stayed the same.
In front of her, she had little bowls of flavouring, ready to add to individual bowls. When she'd been pregnant with the girls, she'd been addicted to the lemon ones. There was a little chili to make a batch for Abby. The children seemed to like the berry ones best. And then there was a couple of tea ones, as always, for Fred.
"Mom," said one of the girls, from the rug. Her tone was so insistent that Eostre realised that she must have been saying it for some time.
"Yes, baby?" said Eostre, twisting to look over her shoulder, forgetting, for a moment, about sugar syrup and old kisses as she listened to her daughter spout nonsense.
This life thing, it was alright. A lot of the time, it was just fine.
ooc: This won't come as a surprise to a lot of you, but this will be Eostre's last EP. For that reason, it'll stay open for AS LONG AS IT NEEDS TO, so, please, feel free to tag in.