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[31 Jul 2020|11:39am] |
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[Left for Aglaia on the nightstand: a pink star sapphire ring. Hephaestus has been holding onto it for a long time, he made it before he even knew who he was, and could never quite bring himself to sell it. Now he knows why. He made it for her, because of course he did. Through centuries, memory loss, and being forced apart, some things are woven in too tightly to ever let go.]
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[31 Jul 2020|07:05pm] |
I think Persephone said it best, quoting the Bard. 'When shall we three meet again?'
Now, by the way. The answer is now.
That is to say, we're back and better than ever, and so are all of you. We love you. You're great. Don't screw it up. Make the absolute best of it.
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[31 Jul 2020|07:36pm] |
The conspiracy is afoot!
And by that, I mean the 25 or so ravens that have taken up residence on the roof of my house.
I'm never getting rid of them, am I?
FLY, MY PRETTIES! FLY!
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