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Lisbeth Fontaine, not lookin' for a home, but for a place to die. mère | oncle | frère relationships

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finley.

“Sorry, you were gone for so long sometimes I forget I have a lame big sister.” His words were bitter but not harsh. It wouldn’t be long before his small grudge with his sister was forgotten. They were family first after all.

“Fair enough, it’s not like I can expect you to be glad to see me after all.” she teased, as if his words had no effect on her when really they made her stomach turn, but she couldn’t blame the younger Fontaine. “You’ve grown.”

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zadkiel.

“Jesus Christ, standing on the side of the rode at this time of night is going to get you killed, you know. Do you need a lift or should I start preparing to defend the asshole who is going to take advantage of your situation?”

“It’s not so late and I’m not too far from home, besides, if I decided to get into the car with every stranger that pulled over -- I appreciate your concern however, your chivalry is quite striking, I wasn't so sure if Jupiter had people like that anymore.”

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esme.

if her eyes were of use to her, she would have been   focusing them closely on the visitor before her.

                               “ ——magic tricks are works of th’ devil. “

the witch shifted her weight to her other leg, her mannerism  becoming hesitant with the  others’ words.                               “I suppose everyone has their opinions.”

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finley.

“Me? I’m just running an errand.”

“Without saying hello? Oh, I’m so wounded. You mind if your lame big sister helps you out?”

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“Hey there, slut!”

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Lisbeth looked to the other, her eyebrows pinching together.

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“So, like…What determines if you get a caravan or a tent?”

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“Your gag reflex.” the witch teased.

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“Why can’t you have one?”

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“I just personally don’t believe a caravan is any place for a dog is all.”

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“Ohh I’d love to have a dog around here! Maybe we could even train it to be in the show… wouldn’t that be so fun!” 

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“I suppose so, that would be pretty fun wouldn’t it?”

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“And what’s stopping you of getting one?”

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“The lack of an actual house is a good place to start.”

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    “The more I think about it ---    the more I wish I could have a dog.”

[habiiits]

‘i’m a hard guy to shock. try me.’

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"I couldn’t of made that jackass leave, as you could see my attempts were clearly not working. The panther is actually just a cat pretending to be a panther so no one can see how small she actually is. If that makes sense?”

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flawless ladies ✰ Eva Green

It’s a way to exteriorize all my shit. To scream and cry and laugh on-screen, it’s almost like black magic. You can do anything. I’m a dreamer, so that’s a good job for me. Onstage is the only place I can fully express myself.

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The words seem as though they were almost plucked from a dream of Isobel’s and delivered to her in the form of a little blue-eyed angel. She had dreamed it too many times, the day where Lisbeth would forgive her for all she had hidden from her first born. The three years after she had vanished from Isobel’s warm grip, the woman had never truly forgiven herself. She wore the facade of a warrior but in her heart, she was a scared little girl who had spent and would spend a lifetime avoiding her truths, but rather, take them to her grave.

Now with Lisbeth’s return, she had almost smothered the girl with every sugar-filled food known to man and her own presence. More often than not, she felt like a burden, her baby girl, her only daughter whose sapphire hues reflected a mirror of Isobel, had grown up and that was a fact Isobel could not truly accept. That whatever happened to her darling girl in those three years, it had torn her innocence from her, just as Isobel’s was torn from her at age eighteen. But out of the darkness of that innocence lost came the light, came Lisbeth Fontaine and now, Belle could only hope that out of her daughters own sheet of black would emerge a ray of sunshine.

A genuine smile curved upwards on crimson lips, both a reflex from the relief of Lisbeth’s forgiveness but also the heart of gold that was nestled in the chest of her daughter. “You are the furthest thing from a coward, my Lis … you are hope.” And that she was. When Isobel had walked through hell with a Russian cross branded between her breasts and her fellow partners corpses laying beside her, as she was awake, chained and forced to stare at their lifeless bodies, the endless night terrors that Isobel would never dare admit to, Lisbeth, the reveal that a tiny human was growing inside her eighteen year old womb, was hope, the only hope she had.

“Je t'aime.” Lisbeth would never truly know why it was Isobel was so grateful for her existence, why she was so precious and dear to Isobel, what she had given Isobel twenty years ago. And it would remain that way. If there was one secret in Isobel’s treasure chest that she would take to the grave with her, it was that her first born child was the result of a prolonged, diabolical assault by a handful of monsters. Isobel saw her daughter, the result of said assault, as the light, the hope, but she could not risk Lisbeth knowing the details, not now, not after her forgiveness had been given. “All I’ve ever wanted is your forgiveness, my darling … ever since you left, those three years ago, I have spent everyday hoping you would forgive your mother and I would have my baby back.”

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When Lisbeth was little she would constantly tell Isobel and Finley how much she loved them. It was her favorite thing about waking up, and she spoke the three words with such pride. She could go on for hours about absolutely nothing just to spend time with the two and never ever get bored or tired. But when she left, she became a sheltered person, and these days it wasn’t easy at all for her to express the way she felt. 

There was a constant battle between wanting to confront her mother about their past and just burying the memory all together, moving on hand in hand and pretending the young witches leaving never happened. But it did, and so much time she had spent without her mother, so many things she’d missed out on because she was too afraid to face the cold hard truth; her father wasn’t killed without good reason. 

This only arose the curiosity of why, but she knew better than to ask, not when things were going so well between the two. When James had kidnapped her, she sincerely thought she was going to die. It was much different than when she was tied up three years ago; she knew she was a Fontaine, and no Fontaine would ever die in such a manner. But when she was locked inside of a cage with chains wrapped around her, all she could hope for was a peaceful never ending sleep. 

But here she was, safe and sound with the smile she loved more than anything, and even though her heart was weak, her mother still fueled her with enough love to erupt a genuine smile. “Je t'aime trop mère, Je t'aime tellement avec tous mes os.” her small arms wrapped around her mothers frame, pulling her close for a tight and loving hug. “There was never really a need for my forgiveness, you never did a thing wrong. I was so young and so foolish; I never should of left but I did, and I’ve paid for my mistakes. But mother, I’m here now. I’m never going to leave you again, not for riches, not for any man on the planet, not even for all the stars in the sky. You, Finn and Roman are my home. Your baby isn’t going anywhere again, I promise.”

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Hestia’s gaze followed Lisbeth as she crossed the room.  The small blade took her by surprise… it’d been years since the witch had been so close to anyone, and despite her trust in the girl before her, she still hesitated when taking the blade. Rose’s betrayal had left a mark, whether she accepted it or not, but surely trusting Lisbeth like this wouldn’t be a mistake– she was like a sister already. Without another thought, Hestia brought the blade to her hand, a small cut similar to her friend’s now crossing her palm, before she took the brunnette’s hand into hers.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I want that?” She smiled then. “Sisters.” The word came out in only a whisper before she was pulling Lisbeth in for a hug. The pact was simple yet so meaningful… Hestia had never known what having a sister felt like, despite having more than was necessary, a connection as strong as this one was never there. 

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Lisbeth’s lips pulled into a happy smile as she watched her friend create a cut that matched her own; not because she enjoyed seeing Hestia in pain but because the trust and adoration was mutual between the two, and that created a genuine happiness in Lisbeth. Her eyes fluttered shut as their hands connected, her smile growing to a wide grin. As she was pulled closer there was no hesitation in Lisbeth’s arms wrapping around the other, hugging her tightly. “Sisters.”

[habiiits]

taking a seat beside her, he pulled out his lighter and sparked it for her cigarette, then proceeded to take it from her mouth before she could even get a full hit.

‘ smoking’s bad for you, you know. ’

he lifted the cigarette to his own lips, distorting his smile as he took a deep drag & handed it back to her.

‘ i doubt i could teach you anythin’. ’

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Lisbeth watched as her cigarette was stolen from her lips, big blues following the cherry until it started to glow bright red.

                    “I know.”

She smirked slightly, taking the tobacco stick between her fingers again before taking a deep drag herself. 

    “You’d be surprised.”

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Felix froze. He wasn’t sure if the girl was just another ghost or if she was real, and it made him hesitate. When he heard the young woman scream, he ran without a second thought. He had to reach her, save her from whatever she was running from. She was real. Se was there and she needed help because she was real. The cold wind hit his bare arms and face with a higher intensity as he sped up. He was warned several times about situations like this, in such difficult times filled with murder and death, it was hard to trust anyone outside your family, let alone a stranger. Doubt stroke once more leaving the young medium unsure about if her cry for help was a real one or just an act to murder him and then hide his corpse in the woods. When he reached her, he finally noticed how her slender body waas covered in wounds. She was severely hurt, and Felix couldn’t give any other reaction but to look shocked. “What happened to you?” He wasn’t really expecting an answer, but he asked anyway. “I-I need to get you to a hospital or        somewhere!” There was just no way on Earth she was able to walk all the way to the hospita, not barefoot, not like that. Felix panicked, afraid that the girl would die because of his stupidity. “I need to carry you, okay?” He tried to calm down. “I need you to put your left arm around my shoulder so I can do it. You think you can do it?" 

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When Lisbeth saw the stranger running towards her, she was able to take a moment to process the fact that she was still alive. She could finally breathe. Still, she couldn’t help but to fear the worst, eyes scanning the surrounding area as if James would appear out of nowhere and kill not only her, but the boy that was going out of his way to save her. Her body started to tremble more violently, eyes the size of the moon too terrified to even blink, racing back and forth like a baby lamb caught in the middle of a wolf pack. She wanted to scream out for the stranger again, but before she had the time to truly decide he was already there. As she was questioned she found it impossible to respond, but she was scared he would leave if she didn’t so she did her best to try. “H-He ki–… He’s g-going to kill me.” she cried, desperately crawling closer to him. Before he could finish speaking the word hospital her head was shaking, fighting to stay lifted. “No, please no. The freakshow. I want my mother, please take me to my mother!” tears were pouring down her cheeks at this point, tiny waterfalls forming on her cheeks. She nodded her head quickly, reaching her arm up towards him to he could hook it around his neck. “Thank you…” the last two words she had the strength to whisper.

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“I was called a monster too      Several times” He started, regretting every word instantly. No one knew about this part of Dan’s life, he had tried to erase it from his memories one too many times, but it was always there, like if it was tattooed in his brain with ink that just wouldn’t fade away. “They would open me up, inject weird chemicals inside of me, took my blood & snatched my dignity away from me like I was some sort of animal”  For a moment, pain came back along with the memories, not only emotional but physical. Every single scar that those true monsters left on his body ached at the same time as he remembered the knife or the needle going through his skin. “I know how you feel” Dan never got the opportunity to be a father, but he figured it all should feel like he was feeling at the moment. Sure, Lisbeth was nowhere near to being his daughter, but she was Isobel’s daughter, and that was enough. “But you’re not a monster, Lisbeth. You’re a s u r v i v o r”

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Lisbeth was surprised to hear Dan open up the way he did. No, she didn’t know the man but she could tell just by looking at him that he wasn’t the type to share the pages of his life story very often, even more so with crying strangers. But she knew exactly who he was in the show, and though normally the witch would feel invaded, there was comfort in his presence. “So many things out there that no one understands, but here we are, freaks of nature only because we were born with these special gifts or differences.” She sniffled quietly while her arms moved to wrap around her knees, hugging them closely to her chest, eyes falling back to the ground. She didn’t want to be the girl who cried about her past anymore; she wanted to embrace the fact that it made her a stronger person, but she couldn’t get her head around it. The memory of her ex lover alone made her stomach turn. “A survivor? A murderer. Most of those people were more brainwashed than I was. Innocent people under the control of evil. Thank you though, I greatly appreciate you taking the time to sit with me.”