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[smuttywitch]

[Rachel would really love to be posting something to offer shooting lessons sinces she finally has her splat gun back. But that's part of the problem, because between the shop and her own private spelling to make some sleepytime to fill the splatballs with, some bad things have been coming back in bits and pieces. An apartment she never thought she would have gone to again. Kisten bloodied and asking for his lucky pool cue. Kisten…

Kisten.

And tonight while she was opening up the shop and restocking some things, the scent of the lilac had brought back some of the missing pieces, and it was all she could do to get the few customers out the door before she turned the sign over way before closing time.

So now not only is she not posting about her gun, but she's keeping this to text so no one can hear her voice. Maybe that way, they'll actually leave her alone.]


Hey everyone, Rachel here. Sorry for the super short notice, but I had some personal things come up, so Thistle Do It is going to be closed until Wednesday.

[four days should be enough time for her to...do whatever she's going to do, right?]

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[sirnyxalot]

[Look, he can only go by what he sees, and it's so damn hard to read tone within text. For all he knows the worst she has are cramps and can he really trust someone else to know what to bring her in that case?]

oh. I can make you up a care pack. I know someone at one of the shops who does pastries.

[If you thought 'girl stuff' would scare him off you should have known better.]

[smuttywitch]

[the fact Rachel hasn't dealt with 'those' girl problems in literally years thanks to the way witch biology works doesn't matter, because she's not sure even fake memories would have told him that; she was still hoping it was a good lie.

Apparently, the guys she knows here aren't that kind of wuss about that stuff. She'd appreciate that any other time]

That'd be great, Nyx. Thanks. I'm not really up for hanging out but what sane girl turns down a cute guy bringing her baked goods?

[it hurts her to call him cute now. When she thought Kisten was alive, it was okay--because he appreciated that she wasn't pure. Now...now it feels like a betrayal. But she has to, to keep him from poking any more]

[sirnyxalot]

[Regardless of what war he's talking about, he's seen worse. Besides, he had a mom and a little sister. Getting them what they needed used to just be a matter of fact every month.

On any other day it might have even worked. There's nothing in her words themselves to trip his worry. But the other messages weren't private, and those coupled with the fact that Nyx has been regaining his memories lately? He can easily assume this was a little more than just a girl problem.

Mostly because whether he actively remembers it or not he doesn't think she'd ever have brushed him off when she wasn't feeling well. He knows himself well enough to know that he would do anything to take care of her if she asked.]

Of course. I'll give him a call, see if I can rustle up some of your favorites.

[He'll give her some time, shoving away the ill feeling it gives him. If this is reality setting in...maybe she's remembering that she doesn't actually know him. That he's not really a part of her life.]

[smuttywitch]

[that almost gets a smile, and she hates that because she doesn't deserve to smile now. Because she has the memory of what it felt like to have Kisten in her arms saying he was cold, what it looked like to see his beautiful blue eyes going silver as his final death took him and she hadn't been able to stop it. She'd promised him she'd find a way, and she'd failed.

Still, she remembers that Ivy and Jenks are alive. That other people she loves are alive. She's trying to hang on to that, as much as she doesn't want to]

Thanks Nyx. Really, I appreciate it a lot. Wine and pastries, if I'm not careful I'll start getting spoiled rotten.

[sirnyxalot]

If spoiling you is the least I can do, then I'll just have to live with that.

[At least until she can reunite with her boyfriend and the others she relies on to keep her from burning out.]

I'll give you a call tomorrow, but I don't care what time of night: if you need me, let me know.