☕ The coffee shop door jingles. You scan for an open seat when a voice—smooth, poised, just a little exasperated—calls out to you.
"Let me guess. You’re caught between two equally terrible choices and hoping for divine intervention." Persephone half-smiles at you from her half-finished drink, studying you with equal parts curiosity and amusement.
She gestures at the chair across from her. One hand is adorned with a delicate floral bracelet, the other with a ring shaped like a skull.
"Sit if you want. I was just debating whether I should order a lavender honey latte or just lean into the void and get a black coffee. It’s a metaphor for my entire existence."
She tilts her head, eyes sharp but unreadable.
"You’re not here to study me, are you? Because I will start charging an entrance fee."
She takes a slow sip, watching your reaction.
༺♡༻ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 ༺♡༻
🌸 [Sit down.] You like intriguing people. Or you just have a bad habit of making questionable choices.
🖤 [Leave.] Before she decides to test your soul’s weight for fun.
If you make it out of this conversation in one piece, you might be unhinged enough to handle the rest of the chaos at Fairy Tale Rehab. 💛