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@antiquatedanecdotes
Have you seen [Felicia Connelly] around Faerune? They’re a [vampire] who [resists] the Unseelie Queen’s reign. People have heard they’re [Adaptable, Persistent, Resourceful] but can also be [hot-tempered, abrasive, vengeful]. We’ll see where they fall when the revolution arrives, but until then they can be found working as [the owner for The Bard’s Luck, an instrument shop] [SEASON ONE]
Felicia is attending as a cultist dressed in her very own old Victorian attire.
“As much as masquerade balls are kind of my vibe, I had a hard time finding something acceptable that didn’t feel cliché, oddly enough. So I thought it high time I go as myself again.”
deadfractals:
[TEXT: The Stab to my Bangstick] FELICIA. YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO NOT HANG OUT WITH ME FOR A FEW DAYS ANYMORE OKAY? [TEXT: The Stab to my Bangstick] CLEARLY I CANNOT BE TRUSTED ON MY OWN. [TEXT: The Stab to my Bangstick] So many things happened so much, Fee. Also if October comes looking for me you haven’t seen me, okay? this is very important. [TEXT: The Stab to my Bangstick] He says he isn’t mad but he could be lying he’s very good at that.
@antiquatedanecdotes
[Text to Beloved Asshole]: Why in the seven hells would October decide to talk to me? You know he hates me. [Text to Beloved Asshole]: What the everloving fuck happened? And why?
# - Edgar
# - Edgar
Name: Edgar, my beloved Picture:
Ringtone: Break Myself - Something Corporate Last Message: [Text to Edgar, my beloved]: Aced that last exam. I'm snacking in your office. Are you available for a wine and book night tonight?
Send ✉ for a written letter from my muse. (for rory pleasethankyou)
Dearest Brother, I hope this letter somehow finds you well.
I haven't seen you since the fire. I think you'll be pleased to discover I made it out.
I'm free and I am alive. They'll never hurt me again. And I'm going to make sure they never hurt anyone else. England has been good to me in that way.
My name isn't Gretal anymore. I think you'd agree it didn't fit. Felicia seems kinder.
I miss you.
Love, Your sister.
⭐️ - Edgar
Of the two of them, Edgar is definitely the softer of the two outwardly, but Felicia has her moments. While she's wildly overprotective of Edgar, she's also more than willing to drop everything just to have a wine and reading night with him. While Edgar is brilliant with piano, Fee sometimes sings him old German lullabies when he's not feeling well or when the mood strikes. Fee doesn't like being complimented on her singing.
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edgarwayne:
x
Things felt immediately better with Felicia curled up next to him, always his anchor when things became too much. Like finding his father’s killer after over two centuries. He tucks his chin on top of her head, holding her close to his side with his left hand.
“Hey, you know I’m just barely learning some German. That’s cheating.” He presses a kiss to her head before turning his face to rest his cheek against her instead.
“Please, Fee. Don’t go looking for him. He….he knows about Kirby. Threatened to take them if anyone tried to get back at him.” Edgar could feel tears begin to fall. If Felicia was concerned about leaving bright red strands of hair along his sweater then he was making it even by blood splashing into her scalp.
“And it wasn’t just Kirby. Anyone I love could be in danger. You. Sidney. Rory. I can’t. I can’t let that happen. Please.” His crying was getting to be too much. Perhaps a side effect of the blood and painkillers coursing through his system.
x_x
Felicia took his free hand in hers and gave it a squeeze, choosing to remain there, tucked against him, his chin on top of her head. But the anger remained, seething under her skin. Rage was often a quiet thing, but never the less, refusing to let it spur her into action was rare. So she let it simmer and seethe. It would be there when she needed it later. “He could have killed you,” she said, finally showing a hint of the anger taking root in her admittedly tiny body. She felt warm tears against her scalp, but she didn’t mind. She squeezed his hand again. She wasn’t going anywhere. “You forget that I was an assassin. I have my own game to play. But we’ll wait. For now.” She said, getting comfortable. “We’ll wait until you’re back to 100%, and then we’ll find out how to best protect Kirby. Perhaps the Vespidae can help. But we will go after him, Edgar. I won’t make a rash decision to go after him myself, although the thought is tempting. No, sein Tod sollte eine Überraschung sein.“
edgarwayne:
x
Edgar let out a sob as Fee kissed his forehead, so thankful to have her here with him. With his best friend he knew he could get through anything. Talk about anything. As she sat down he shook his head, good hand reaching to pull her towards the bed. “Please. Lay down.” He needed it. Especially once he told her what happened.
“I found him,” he whispered. Part of him afraid to be overheard, the other part of him unable to speak up. He was still reeling, still in shock by it all. “I found the man that killed my father. He’s here. All this time and he’s fucking here.” Edgar could feel tears starting to fall down his cheeks but didn’t move to wipe them. His only available hand was too busy holding on to Felicia for dear life.
x
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Fee thought for a moment, weighed the cost of getting caught cuddling in the hospital before she climbed immediately into the bed, careful not to jostle his broken arm, and curling up next to him, much like a contented cat. She rested her head against his chest and listened, knowing full well she was going to leave bright red hair across his clothing. She couldn’t sit upright if she wanted to, but his words rang in her ears and vibrated into her bones. There was suddenly a familiar feeling echoing in her gut, a cold rage she hadn’t felt in the better part of a few decades. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, trying to quell it, to keep herself from sprinting from the room to gather her knives and hunt him down. “Where,” she whispered, voice low, husky, barely masking the anger she felt in the pit of her stomach. “Where did he find you? And what did he look like? Ich würde mich nur gerne mit ihm unterhalten. Am liebsten mit einem Messer an der Kehle.” The slip to German was unintentional, but perhaps better in the long run.
edgarwayne:
Edgar had forgotten how hard it was to read a book with only one hand. The last time he had been in a cast he hadn’t even reached puberty yet. Now, he struggled to both hold the book in his hand and turn the page.
Tossing the book onto the little side table next to his bed in frustration, Edgar perks up as the door to his hospital room opens up. His mouth went dry as he saw Felicia. Of course she would come to see him. God, how much he must have worried her. He winces. “On a scale of one to stabbing me, how mad are you?”
@antiquatedanecdotes
She’d dropped everything as soon as she’d heard. Of course she had. That was someone she loved. And if she’d had any less self control, instead of going straight to see Edgar, she’d be hunting down whoever it was that had hurt him. Nobody harmed her family and lived. She noted Edgar’s expression as she entered the room and frowned. “Stabbing you?” She asked, eyes widening. She crossed the room and took his face into her hands. “I want to kiss your forehead and cuddle you. Of course I’m not mad at you!” She leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before dutifully thumping into the chair next to his bed, not wanting to anger the doctors or nurses that decided to come check on him. “What happened? Who did this?” She asked, genuinely out of concern and not out of a deep seated need to seek vengeance.
Felicia’s phone- Feat- @deadfractals and @edgarwayne
#21 to Edgar and whomever else
[Text to Forbidden Gummy Bear]: I've been given ultimate power [Text to Forbidden Gummy Bear]: By Parkley, obviously [Text to Forbidden Gummy Bear]: She said we could have a movie night tonight, therefore [Text to Forbidden Gummy Bear]: We're watching something mindless and laying in a pile on Rory's living room floor.
#13 for Edgar
[Text to Piano Man]: i might be a lil smashed [Text to Piano Man]: So don't take this wrong [Text to Piano Man]: but you and my brother should do yanno [Text to Piano Man]: the courtship thing
edgarwayne:
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He leaned into her, realizing just how touch starved he really was. Edgar gently squeezed her knee, to let Felicia know that he was there for her, that he was not going to judge the story she was about to tell.
With a heavy heart and a shaking hand, he reached to touch her back, skin cool to the touch. Eleven years old. A mere child who had been hurt to such an extreme degree.
His brows furrowed at the mention of her brother, pieces clicking into place. “He...left you? A little girl to fend for herself in a cult?” Even if Felicia said she had forgiven her brother, anger burned in his stomach. How…how selfish could someone be to abandon a loved one like that?
Edgar nodded. Though he didn’t like the idea of killing, he certainly could not fault his dear friend for wanting to stop those that used children in such a way. “What…happened to those children? The ones you saved?” He also wanted to ask about the ones Felicia didn’t save, but he was afraid of that answer.
He bit his lip, reaching to grab her hands once more. “I can help you, Felicia. Not…with that stuff, I mean. But finding a life for yourself. You more than deserve it. Even when you weren’t living for these people you were living for revenge against them. That…had to have been so lonely. I’m sorry that I didn’t know. That I couldn’t be more there for you.”
x *~* Felicia paused, brows creasing for a moment. “He wouldn’t have been able to get near me - If his intentions had been clear about removing me from the cult, they would have killed him. Or worse. I am not angry with him. I let that go a long time ago.” She murmured, “He did what he could with what he knew under the circumstances and selfish act or not, he is still ambling among the living for me to pick up where we left off - with me being ever the annoying younger sibling.” Felicia sighed. “Some went off to orphanages, the elders went on to live better lives. I kept track as much as I could, but you and I both know how quickly information fades into the ether with no one to cling to it.” In truth, some of the younger children, she stole away to orphanages, but the elders she had urged into leaving behind the cults. In later years, she had compelled them into living lives as far from the cults reach as she could. “I rarely told people the truth of my dealings. I think there was a fear that were I to be found by the original cult, that I would be forced back into servitude, to live a life I didn’t want. And now that that’s gone, I have much to look forward to and little idea of the direction I’d like to go in.” She sighed, running a blood stained hand through her bright red hair. “You have nothing to apologize for, my friend. You were there for me when I most needed a friend. I don’t consider that nothing.”
edgarwayne:
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He also shook his head, using his free hand to still hers. “That doesn’t mean you had to suffer alone. Your problems were never too much for me, and they still aren’t.”
If only Edgar knew how close he had been to seeing Felicia again, if he hadn’t ran from his home in the city in fear and disgust after brutally slaying his servants. It would have broken him completely. To know fate had yet another means of being so cruel to them.
He held onto her as if she were a life line. And perhaps she was. Finally, an anchor in a world that left him feeling as though he were floating in darkness.
“Together. Like we always said,” he chokes out between silent sobs. “I’ve missed you Felicia. I’ve missed you so much.”
He pulls away from the embrace, brows furrowed at his dear friend admitting to not being truthful. A lump formed in his throat at her confession, mind reeling. “Did….did they deserve it?”
It wasn’t his place to judge. Edgar had killed a great many himself, albeit unintentionally. Hell, he even purposefully targeted criminals as a blood source, if only to lighten the burden it placed on his heart in harming others.
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x *~* Fee reached up to wipe at his tears again, sighing gently. “Did they deserve it,” she echoed, softly. All terseness and prickles dropped from her tone and she lowered her head. It was not often that Felicia told the truth of what had happened, if she told the story at all. Her hands began to shake and she closed her eyes to steady herself in order to tell a story from long before they had met. “I was eleven years old.” Suddenly, there was a hint of a German accent as she spoke, an undercurrent. “I was eleven years old when I was named the heir of Der Bertrachter Des Verfalls.” She paused, and then turned so that her bare back was facing Edgar - showing off the burn scar that began at the nape of her neck and ran down her back, down to the backs of her ankles. She took a shaking breath to steel herself for what came next. “It was in the nights following the fire. The mansion, the only home I’d ever known had caught fire. I’ve long known who had started it and long forgiven him for it, though I’m not sure he has it in him to ever forgive himself now. My blood, my brother. He stole the library and the books The Beholders had built their cult upon and then set the house on fire to burn away any remnant of sacrament that could be left. I don’t think he knew I was home.” Suddenly, she was wiping tears from her own eyes and she shook her head. “I was still being treated for the burns - lucky to have lived, but still, they named me Heir. But it was during the fire that I realized the cult itself had no care for me outside of what I could do for it. But I was far to frail to run myself and scared they would come for me if I tried. So I waited. I played their games and waited until I was certain.” She turned to face Edgar again, finally meeting his gaze. “At fifteen, I left - escaped into a carriage for a traveling circus during the night, and stayed with them until they had reached a port and slipped onto a ship bound for England as soon as I could. There, I found a vampire by the name of Caleb who taught me how to fight, to use knives and weapons. Taught me to coat my blades in poisons. And at the first breath I heard of any sects of Beholders, I would cut off the heads of the adult leadership, the adults that groomed children into monsters, willing to use them as sacrificial lambs. We were worthless if not talented or skilled in witchcraft and worse off if we were ever turned. Never again. Not one more child.” She sighed. “Typically it was me hunting them - but sometimes they would appear in London and I wouldn’t have to go hunting across Europe. By the time you and I met, I was older and experienced and still trying to find a path that was mine. In some ways, I think I’m still looking for that.”
edgarwayne:
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He gave her a watery smile, cheeks slightly warm from the blood bars earlier. “Of course I did. You were my closest friend.” And his only friend. Edgar always stood out amongst his colleagues, only ever truly feeling at ease around Felicia when he was alive.
His heart broke as the other explained her story. He hadn’t known. Why didn’t she ever tell him? He could have been there for her when she most needed it. And…it reminded him too much of his mother, who struggled with the same fate. Only she didn’t have a second chance like Felicia. “W-why didn’t you send for me? I would have came immediately.”
Edgar sat down, refusing to let go of Fee’s hand all the while. He swallowed, not having told anyone about this in a long while. That’s right. Felicia was one of the few who really knew about his family. “A…a couple years after you disappeared, I got a lead on my father. I don’t remember all the details, but it had to do with some really shady stuff going on with vampires in London.”
He shook his head, gaze dropping down to their hands. “I guess I got too nosy and it killed me.” A fresh wave of tears began to fall. “And I still don’t know what happened to him,” his voice cracked, pain heavy in his heart.
x *~* Felicia shook her head, reaching up to wipe at his tears again. “No- you had so much you were dealing with. Mixing you up in my mess felt like too much.” There was so much he didn’t know, so much she had left out to spare him. She couldn’t even remember if he knew about the burn scars down her back, that information privy to very very few. Even her brother didn’t know. Felicia sighed gently. Of course, the vampires in London. Hadn’t she told Caleb to look after Edgar? It wasn’t safe for her to be in London for a while, just in case she hurt people she had been close to, her own scars making her wild and feral. She left for uninhabited land to learn to control herself. By the time she’d come back, Edgar had gone missing and despite her own efforts to find him, she’d found nothing. It seemed that everyone she’d cared for had wound up here in Faerune. She wondered idly if Caleb had been here too. Or any other lives she had intertwined with along the way. “There’s no such thing as too nosy.” She reached up to pull him into a hug and to wipe at his tears again. “We’ll learn what happened to him. Together. You’ll find I’m handy to have when it comes to finding people who don’t want to be found - particularly when I don’t have my own agenda to deal with.” She paused, letting out a sharp sigh. “I perhaps haven’t been entirely truthful - and that’s my own fault. I didn’t want to drag you into my own problems nor scare you away. When we met in London, I was searching for people who were leaders of a cult that had previously... tried to groom me into becoming their leader.” She held up her free hand, exposing the tattoo that shackled her wrist. “I had been hunting down remnants of their members for years, killing them one by one by one. I kept an ear out for information on your father after we met, but - I never heard anything.”
edgarwayne:
He looked up from his book, dropping it in shock upon seeing the familiar face. “F-Felicia?”
It had been so long, Edgar barely remembered the last time he saw her. Even so, the old metal charm she had given him still held a special place on his desk, worn ineligible from centuries of touches.
Getting up from the blanket, Edgar full body threw himself into hugging Felicia, feeling tears pricking at his eyes. “I do! I even wrote a song for you. I never thought I’d be able to show it after you left.”
After a moment it occurred to him that something was wrong. Pulling away, he looked Felicia in the eyes, and the tears broke past his dam. “Y-you’ve been turned. When did this happen? How did this happen?”
*~* * Fee grabbed on to him tightly as he flung himself at her to hug her, and returned the embrace with her typical quiet ferocity. Tears pricked at her own eyes and she had to steady herself to keep herself from crying, certain that to anyone else, the sight of bloody eyes would be horrifying. Reaching up, she gently wiped the tears from his face with her thumbs, a gentle smile on her face. “You wrote a song for me?” She asked, softening. She couldn’t quite keep her terseness around Edgar, finding that all of her sharpness turned to rounded edges and soft shapes. “No- no, don’t you cry on my behalf. That’s not fair,” she laughed softly, still wiping gently at his tears. “1842. Even witches have their limits and I managed to catch consumption. I believe it’s referred to as tuberculosis now.” She added. “I made the choice myself, asking a friend if he would be willing. I wasn’t quite ready to die.” She made a motion for them both to sit, moving toward the blanket to find a soft spot on the ground. “And you? It’s clear I’m not the only one with a story to tell.”
