The Fates | Μοιραι (relentless_fate) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-06-09 15:41:00 |
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Current mood: | drained |
Entry tags: | metatron, the fates |
Who: Metatron & The Fates
What: A song in the key of awesome
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: A Thread In Time
The Fates loved Sundays. Not for any religious reasons, but because they opened later and closed earlier. It gave them time to enjoy their lazy Sunday mornings, to linger over brunch and read the papers, if they wanted to. The shop opened at noon, closed at 6, and they were usually eating dinner by 7. They loved it.
Clotho was manning the counter, the way she usually did. The shop was empty at the moment, but she liked standing back there and making sure things were in order. Atropos could usually be found elsewhere anyway, puttering around the shop and straightening up.
She heard the bell over the door chime, and she lifted a head and smiled at the newcomer. "Good afternoon," she called. "How can we help you today?"