HE WANTS THE HELP, but he also wants to convince himself and everyone around him that he doesn’t need the CONSTANT PROTECTION. it’s hard, being forced into the structure of the perfect killer and yet somehow, coming out unscathed ——- yet it’s not that simple, his mind still haunted by what he’s almost lost. he couldn’t survive alone; he needed them to help him. and by that, he could nearly kill them all. he couldn’t ALWAYS rely on their help —– sometimes he had to fend for himself.
but it’s clear he’s not getting anywhere now, and that she isn’t going to give up ( it’s refreshing, knowing that she’s not the type who WOULD just leave. ) ❛ late advice, ❜ he insists, a small smile on his lips even if he’s in pain —- he always looks for reason to be positive. ❛ okay, caught me. i didn’t want you to leave. ❜ he’s not protecting hispride so much anyway. he lifts his shirt to reveal the wound, eyes quickly darting away. ❛ if you tell me i’m gonna be okay, i’ll believe you. i’m not difficult to convince. ❜
INNATE BENEVOLENCE BOUNDS HIS BONES . that much she can tell . reminds her of who she’d once TRIED to be ;hidden away for safety though all she strived for was NORMALCY . LOYALTY . ability to protect those she loved . to be brave in the face of supernatural war .instead , she’d been made a WEAPON .
teasing smile renders one of her own , INSTANT RELIEFthat the pain isn’t so great he can’t muster a joke . ❛ ─── you’re gonna be FINE. i promise . ❜ sincerity rings true in tone , crystalline gaze wide , sereneat the state of the injury . fingertips stay steady at the edge of blossomed wound , pearl incisors pulling at bottom petal in contemplationbefore countenance morphs to one of realization . ❛ ─── i don’t have a spell , but . . . i DOhave an herb . the most i’ve used it on is a swollen ankle , but it’ll heal you faster than waiting it out . ❜
Things bled. They bled and bled and would not stop bleeding. There would be no dramatic end, she realised, only a slow withering […] bleeding and more bleeding. —Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North (via soracities)
THERE IS ONLY BLACK ,punctuated now and again with blinding flash , thunder roaringin time with cold blade to her thorax . PERSISTENT , RELENTLESS RAIN and one swift sting . sanguine runs hot and cloying , choking and diluting , washing away . strained lungs gasp for breath , struggle to scream , and then stop altogether . shaking frame CURLSinto familiar arms that jolt her awake , digits gripping white - knuckled . parted petals swallow air in desperation , wide eyne frantic in return to reality .
isaac was absolutely sure his information regarding the things that creep within shadows, the horrors that go bump in the night, wasAMPLE.
more than ample, actually. he’s dealt with homicidal revenge lizards, he’s dealt with twin alpha werewolves who do some weird anime morph to become a giantdouche-wolf. he’s seen some shit. he thought that he knew enough about the supernatural that nothing could leave him shocked, let alone flabbergasted.
‘ you’re fucking with me. witches, fine. witches are cool. ’ he’s tempted to say witches are hot but he’s really only met one ———— but to be fair, the one witch he has met is fucking gorgeous, breath taking actually. ‘ but vampires? is asthon kutcher about to jump out? am i on punk’d? i can already see the trailer. SUPER CUTE WEREWOLF BOY PRANKED BY WITCH, what happens next will shock you. ’
LITTLE SHOCKS HER ANYMORE .least of all new discoveries of mythos ; once thought only lore but rings TRIED AND TRUE . arches rise on tender brow , chin coming to rest upon palm with a smile in mock offense . scoff expels .to hail from BEACON HILLSand JUDGEnew orleans truths is half comical , half absurd .lashes dust rosette cheek in exasperation , head shaking in the slightest as verbiage tumbles with laced wit .
❛ ─── oh , because beacon hills is SO NORMAL ?what , you believe in fox spirits but you DRAW THE LINE at vampires? ❜
mirth falls in accordance with widened gaze at sheer vanity , ( even if feigned) . petals sealpuckered in amusement . ❛ ─── wow . and HUMBLEtoo . ❜
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one.
SACRIFICED ONCE. sixteen when she’s led to the slaughter, rescued by once thought an enemy. kept safe in the attic of a convent, all the while weaponized. too much power in such small a vessel. people aren’t meant to harness wildfires.
two.
freedom from fighting is freedom fleeting. no longer kept so watchful an eye on, once a fire stills remains a flame. a witch without a coven, one selected enemy in red. a witch without a coven, but a witch to lead all covens.
three.
leader no longer when it’s remembered who she aids. who she loves. who she claims as family. salem, be as it may. they want her up in flames. they, the ancestors. the demise of a life too short lived. SACRIFICED TWICE.
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general
name . davina claire
nicknames . super witch , harvest girl , love , d
status . regent of the nine covens of new orleans / exhiled