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I’m not in control and I owe it all to you Set sail into the storm, on a voyage to the moon.
Elizabeth Berg, Never Change
I can’t help this awful energy Goddamn right, you should be scared of me
crystal choker
“Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one, a moment, in childhood, when it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet I can’t remember it. It never occurred to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it, before we know that there are words, out we come, bloodied and squalling… with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there’s only one direction and time is its only measure.”
Tom Stoppard (via thatlitsite)
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Rare is this love, keep it covered I need you to run to me, run to me, lover Run ‘til you feel your lungs bleeding
alexanderbooth:
“You only know of two witches?” He asked, genuinely surprised. He’d known the witches of his coven had been rather backwards in terms of displaying their abilities, but he didn’t realize they had been that backwards. Then again, he reminded himself, the witch hadn’t been living here their whole life. Maybe they just hadn’t realized how many witches were actually in the community.
“I suppose that shouldn’t be too much of a surprise. As sad as a fact that might be. Most of the witches here have chosen to hide their abilities to keep themselves safe. That hasn’t seemed to matter too much lately though.” He said, making his face fall for a moment, as if he’d suddenly remembered something sad.
“About the council?” He repeated, glancing over towards them with a small smile. “What would you like to ask?”
As he spoke, they couldn’t help but glance around. Was anybody listening? They couldn’t be sure, but they were starting to get suspicious. Such a small town, somebody was bound to have seen Amity visiting him. But would anybody care? Their paranoia and low self-esteem were clashing badly, and neither really won, so they were left with an underlying, uncomfortable anxiety they couldn’t do much with.
“Yeah, I try not to let people know,” they admitted. “But - I’m not very good at it. I can’t control my powers very well." Amity looked down, at their hands in their lap. “Especially when I’m stressed.” Like now, was the unspoken implication.
His smile put them slightly at ease. “Uh,it’s just, my mam’s in the police, and she says they aren’t making any progress in finding out who was responsible for the, uh, for the masquerade. So, how much power does the council actually have? Are you doing anything about this?”
willownotweeping:
“I met this woman, a hydromancer, and she told me something that…well, it struck a chord with me that at the time ran sour, and now begins to ring true.” Willow’s eyes lifted to the sky as she searched for the words. “They don’t see us as people, as human beings,” Willow shook her head, still horrified at the thought, but what else could it be? “We’re unholy, beastly creatures who will inevitably only hurt the innocent.” She gave a bitter, broken laugh. “They’re the beasts, skinning and burning the innocent without the slightest provocation, maybe we should…” Willow bit her lip and waved the though away.
At their suggestion about change, Willow shook her head firmly. “But everything was fine before. I didn’t want anything to change in the first place. The choice was made for me, and here I sit, suffering the fallout. How am I supposed to stand again, full of their poison?”
They listened with a sort of horrified bewilderment, unsure of what to think. How could hunters think like this, it was no different to any other type of persecution. Often, they wondered what would happen if any witches went mainstream and told the world about them. Would that make this better or worse? They couldn’t be sure. “There’s no evidence that we’re bad people. There isn’t even that many of us.
“But things have changed,” they pointed out, not unkindly. “We can’t just - just go backwards, we need to move forwards. Try to move past it, y’know?”
ruby, mica, fluorite
ruby: a happiness headcanonWhen they were sixteen, the family holiday was to Belgium. Brugges agreed with Amity, they liked the history and architecture - and, of course, the food. This is the happiest memory they have with their new family, with Grace and Nola and Glenn.
mica: what my muse views as their worst personality traitThere’s a lot that Amity dislikes about themself. If you were to ask them this question, they would get flustered and eventually tell you that they didn’t know. Subconsciously, they wish that they could forgive more easily. They’re not a naturally kind and forgiving person, and it means that they can hold onto grudges for months, sometimes even years.
fluorite: what my muse’s room looks likeAmity has just moved out of their family home and into shared accommodation with some other students attending the university. Their old room had a south-facing window and a desk, with shadow boxes and fairy lights on the walls. Their new one has a smaller desk and an en suit in the corner, and they weren’t allowed to bring shadow boxes but they have fairy lights around the windows.
amity’s suitcase
3 pairs of black jeans
1 pair of tartan jeans
1 pair of jogging bottoms
2 skirts (1 long, 1 short and pleated)
2 dresses (1 tight, 1 loose)
3 jumpers
1 sweater
2 hoodies
1 army surplus jacket
7 t shirts (2 band, 3 graphic, 2 plain)
3 button-up shirts (1 white, 1 black, 1 patterned)
2 plaid shirts (1 green, 1 red)
1 pair of pyjamas
4 pairs of shoes (1 docs, 2 converse, 1 brogues)
2 coats (1 parka, 1 pea coat)
2 scarves (1 black, 1 green)
1 beanie hat
1 pair of pyjamas
Hades the teddy bear
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abel-notable:
Abel frowned as the other person sighed, seemingly deflated at the idea that Micah was gone. And he wondered, wondered about the idea that’d apparently been so amazing that they just had to ask the necromancer for help. Or that couldn’t wait for the older man to return from his outing. But, asking and prying into that - especially when it came to matters of the dead, as Abel had found out - wasn’t exactly polite, so he refrained, sticking to a slow nod.
He did smile, however, when they did, shrugging. “Hey, at least we can fit into smaller spaces than everyone else.” Something that was an advantage when one liked the outdoors and exploring as much as Abel did - it made exploring small crevices in forests and ravines that much easier when he could fit his body into the tiny spaces. He couldn’t imagine someone bigger than him trying to do the same thing.
The smile grew on his face as the other person looked him over and introduced themself. Amity, he thought, committing the name to memory as he stuck out his hand for them to shake. “Eh, you’re not rude. At least, I didn’t think you were rude. But it’s nice to meet you, Amity - I’m Abel. Abel Gaither-Poe.”
Smoothing their t-shirt down, suddenly self-conscious, they surreptitiously looked over themself. They were binding today, using their less effective one. It was more comfortable, but they didn’t think it worked as well. They felt lucky that the dark clothes they normally wore tended to hide the worst of it, but they still felt uncomfortable. Amity wondered vaguely if the other person noticed, even though they knew it was illogical.
His smile and his comment, an inexplicit expression that it really was okay, that he wasn’t offended, relaxed Amity a modicum. Their shoulders, before tense, slackened ever so slightly, and they felt the muscles ache for having been taut. “Yeah, true,” they agreed, amused. Amity had little need for that, but they supposed it would probably come in handy at some point.
Glad that he wasn’t offended, they shook his hand, smiled a little. Abel, they hadn’t heard that name before but they liked it. “Nice to meet you too, Abel.” Then, unable to stop themself speaking further, they continued, “Hey, your name’s kind of like Edgar Allen Poe’s. Same syllables, and stuff. And - and Poe is the same.” Shit, stop rambling, Amity, they told themself.
