lovelylight | Into the woods to mind the wolf, to heed the witch.

The studio apartment she's found for such a steal of a price is crappier even than Lexi could have imagined it to be. Which makes sense, given that the building appears situated in the less wealthy section of town. It ought to depress her, but instead, Lexi finds herself delighted by the process of reinventing the space into her own. She spends most of the day cleaning and restoring the parts that need to be restored. She only gets around to moving her stuff in and unpacking by the middle of the afternoon. She's covered in sweat, dressed as she is in her corset and fishnets. She laughs to herself as she catches sight of herself in the mirror. She is the very definition of hot damn mess.

She gives up for a bit when she loads her box of dolls and Beanie Babies into the corner. She still has to sort and organize them, and that is going to take ages. And Lexi, with her current bout of inspiration, doesn't have ages. She has the strongest desire for iced tea and something sweet. Preferably something minty and sweet.

So she abandons her moving project in favor of seeking out refreshment from what seems to be the place to be in town: The Quill. It doesn't take her long to get there, even as people occasionally block her path, turning to gawk at her state of dress. It doesn't bother her in the least. She always does enjoy making people stare, anyway.

After this, she promises herself as she pushes through the doors of the Quill, she will text Rian, and even Wren. They still have no idea that she's arrived, after all.

She grins at that prospect, making her way over to the counter to place her order.

[OOC: Open to all! Lexi's first post. Find her at the Quill; she's very much a people person, so she will be delighted to say hello. Feel free to recognize her if your pup is an Enfants fan. :3]

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"And here I was thinking that the name was just some fairy tale nonsense," Lexi says, shaking her head. Such an obvious name seems as though it would repel actual sirens, witches, or anyone associated with magic. But then, maybe people in this town don't worry about keeping their magic hidden.

"Long lost dead princess from Cornwall?" She arches an eyebrow at him. "Hmm. Maybe I'll use that on my album."

"Oh no, you missed the fairy tale nonsense. That was two months ago." Rian scoffs, shaking his head. "My ma would have been proud. I turned into Tam Lin."

He's about to correct himself, since he doesn't actually know any legends about Cornish princesses but what Lexi says catches his attention more. "You're recording again, Lexi?" he asks, excited.

"Wait. You're shitting me," Lexi stares at him. Literal fairy tales? That definitely catches her by surprise. Somehow, magic and its existence makes sense, but not actual fairy tales. "You turned into that poem? For real?"

Apparently she arrived at a better time than most.

"I am," she tells him with a nod, grinning. "It's taking the shape of a concept album, in my head. Like a novel in musical form."

"There are some incredibly powerful witches here," Rian says. Powerful, crabby, and frankly a bit awful. Really, it should be a given for a family named Grimhilde and equipped with a spooky manor in an already spooky town in Maine, Stephen King Central.

"Oh yes? Please keep talking because that sounds vastly more wonderful than ridiculous magic...stuff."

Maybe he should cut down on the language in front of his baby. At least while in public.

"So try to not piss off the neighbors then, got it," Lexi says, shaking her head. She supposes she can't be surprised, in a town called Siren Cove. Still. People with powers that could change an entire population into a fairy tale land. Jesus.

"I haven't quite decided the direction of the story, but I know the main character is named Angelique, and now I'm thinking she might be a pixie," she muses. "You know me. I kind of dabble in everything."

He doesn't have the heart to tell her that–with some of the families here–Lexi's being human is enough to predispose them against her. It strikes him as a load of bullshit, especially after the mess he'd grown up in. Clannish protectiveness had kept Southie balls deep in trouble and eventually killed three of his siblings.

"I do. Do you have anything written down yet?" he asked hopefully. "I'd love to see it!"

Lexi is blissfully ignorant of the inner workings of Siren Cove so far; she only recently arrived in town, after all. And she's perfectly fine keeping it that way. She's really here to reunite with her favorite people and to begin again after all the bullshit in Seattle.

"I haven't gotten that far yet, I'm afraid," she says with a rueful smile. "I've got some notes, but they're back at my apartment."

"You've already got a place then?" he asks. It's nice to know that in whatever myriad ways they've continued to fuck up into their adult lives, all three of them have at least managed the foresight to be proactive enough to find homes first.

"Have to show us around."

"I do!" Lexi nods. "I'm living in a studio apartment in the crappier part of town. Feels just like home."

"You're welcome over any time, you know."

Not that she has to say it, but she tells him all the same.

Rian nodded, thinking that that sort of thing suited her and not thinking less of her for it. They'd had plenty of homes in the "crappier" parts of town and loved them all.

"And you're welcome to stop by my place any time. That is, if you can tolerate the air of respectability. Or we can just meet at my store."

Lexi grins at his nodding; she knows Rian will never judge her for where she decides to live. They've all done their fair share of living in the crapholes no one else wants.

At that, she snorts, rolling her eyes fondly. She shoves her hand against his shoulder. "Don't be ridiculous. Of course I can tolerate respectability," she assures him. "Though I would love to see your shop sometime."

"You'll probably be disappointed in me though," he says, chuckling a little and holding her hand again with no magic behind it. Sophie lurches forward, trying to grab at the ring on his thumb. "It's a nice house. The decorations even all match. There's a nursery. And a baby grand piano."

It had eaten up a good chunk of his remaining royalties from Enfants, but Rian thinks it's worth it. The shop is doing well, as he'd hoped, and making up for the investments. "I sell music and musical instruments."

"Jesus," Lexi lets out a laugh and a shake of her head. She squeezes his hand in hers. "You have gone positively white picket fence on us all, haven't you?" Part of her wants to gift him some of her more bizarre attempts at art, just to shake up the decor in his house.

"Really?" She asks. "Any skull lyres for sale then?" She can't help but asking, a knowing grin playing on her lips.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think the house might have a ghost or two. All nice New England Victorian houses should, don't you think?" he asks smiling.

Then she brings up that goddamn lyre and Rian makes a face before placing both hands over Sophie's ears. "Fuck that lyre."

Into the woods to mind the wolf, to heed the witch.

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