LIGHTNING QUEEN & NIGHT DON & HORSEMAN OF FAMINE

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JOEL:

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​The breath would leave Joel and there was nothing he could do to ease the grief, the regret and the longing that coiled tightly in his heart at the sight of her. She would walk in and he would imagine that she would look to him and there would finally be that recognition in her face. That her eyes would light up and she would beam that radiant smile before running into his arms. But he knew why she didn’t and he knew why she couldn’t. So he forced out the breath that he had trapped in his lungs as Sofia Buchanan walked forward. He straightened out his back and he assumed the role that he had earned for himself. Today was his first day. It was a role that delighted Joel with his renewed closeness to her, as well as frightened and pained him because she would never know.

“Lady Buchanan,” Joel greeted in a low murmur, inclining his head politely. “I am sorry. I have strict orders​ not to allow anyone inside.”

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An odd feeling, to be at court, dressed up and ready to aid the prince of Athos - an unusual feeling, as if she hadn’t been at court before her amnesia, like she didn’t belong. Despite doubts she continued to walk through the castle halls, certain, that time would eventually tell her the right way. She suddenly at the sight of Joel. A warmth overcame her, little by little, then all at once. Sofia felt protected, in a weird way. Right, he’s a new guard. With a smile she acknowledged his politeness, “Mr. Duncan, yes. I’ve heard the prince has increased the castle’s security. Welcome.”

There’s this feeling you can’t shake. Like you’ve seen this person a thousand times without ever getting enough. You look at him like a queen staring at her subject, but you both feed off of fire and destruction, made from the same ashes. 

Looking down for just a moment, Sofia eventually shook her head ever so slightly and moved on. Getting onto her toes she tried to look over his shoulder, but he was still taller than her. With a soft giggle the lady moved from shoulder to shoulder, always trying to get a good look. “Make an exception, then. Are you hiding something dangerous from me?” She asked bluntly.

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continuing from this list i made earlier!

“ i miss you. ”

“ i don’t think i can do this anymore. ”

“ were you really about to leave without saying goodbye? ”

“ please don’t make me say it. ”

“ i need you. ”

“ please don’t go… ”

“ you know i’m never going to let anything happen to you. don’t you? ”

“ are you… are you afraid of me? ”

“ you’re a good person. ”

“ don’t worry. i’ll stay. i’m not going anywhere. ”

“ …is what they’re saying true? ”

“ i don’t care about any of that. i only care about you! ”

“ i’m here. ”

“ you have no idea how glad i am to see you. ”

“ just… tell me how to fix this. ”

“ please. now is not the time for lies. please, just… tell me the truth. ”

“ you know you can tell me anything… right? ”

“ hey… there is nothing in this world that you can tell me, that’ll ever make me hate, fear, or leave you. please, rest easy in that knowledge. ”

“ i never thought i’d see you again. ”

“ please… you have to understand why i did what i did… ”

“ why didn’t you tell me? ”

“ everyone has secrets, don’t they? i’m sure you’ll tell me yours when you’re ready. ”

“ you’re not alone. ”

“ you can trust me. ”

“ i can’t believe i ever trusted you… ”

“ it’s okay… everything’s going to be alright. ”

“ i…  i  don’t know how to fix this. ”

“ there’s no other way, is there? ”

“ no. absolutely not. no way. i’m not letting you do this. ”

“ you don’t know what it was like. ”

“ for gods sake, don’t do this! don’t you dare make me lose anyone else! not today! ”

“ i can’t lose you… ”

“ haven’t we suffered enough? can’t we have this one good thing? ”

“ you know, i think this might be the first time i’ve ever seen you frightened… ”

“ goodbye, my love/old friend. ”

“ you didn’t honestly expect me to let you do this alone, did you? ”

“ you lied to me. ”

“ you abandoned me. ”

“ promise me. ”

“ you promised! ”

“ please don’t do this… ”

“ we were one hell of a pair, weren’t we? ”

“ perhaps i am a little frightened… ”

“ we’re a team. remember? so let’s face this one together. ”

“ sorry. you’re stuck with me, i’m afraid. it’s part of the whole friendship/relationship thing. wherever you go, i go. ”

“ you… you must know, before anything else happens tonight… you must know that you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me. ”

“ i love you. ”

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CURSED (2020) 1x10 - “The Sacrifice”

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Mason Buchanan & Aurora Parrino ( @saintcrowns​ ), Aug. 16th 2019 (opening of the second seal)

There’s chaos, screaming and fire all around. Athos burns and the horsemen are here to fulfill war, to aid Ivy in her doings. Mason would follow soon, that much he knew, as the third horsemen he’d bring famine and terror to Athos and once the seventh seal had been opened, Bellamy Delacroix would be freed from his cage hidden among life and death. 

Looking at Morrigan, Mason realized she wasn’t really here. Her mind had begun to wander towards the dead - Bellamy, of course, the one she loved most. How terrible to love someone who’d been entrapped for over 500 years, to never be able to touch them. “Yes, we will. We’re not going to stop until you’re freed.” Her eyes were as black as night, moving as if they followed movements on the other side. “Your sister killed the former king, Bellamy says. Gaspard made his way to heaven.” Morrigans voice was monotonous, inexpressive and almost bored. The news did surprise him, so he recoiled, eyes opened wide. “Snap out of it, I can’t believe any lies from them today.” 

“The dead never lie,” Morrigan interrupted Mason before kissing the air, probably Bellamy himself on the other side. He’d known about her escapades with the first actually meaningful Delacroix and her next big target, the new king. “They have no reason to.” Huffing at her words, Mason moved closer, “tell him he’s trapped for a reason. If he demands to be let out, he’ll play by our rules.” Their conversation, including Morrigans link to the dead, were suddenly interrupted by Ivy’s maniacal laughter. A horrendous sound of pure terror, Royce sometimes described her laughter as its own weapon. Humans were trapped in her darkness, suffocated, blinded by agony and loneliness, they could barely scream while they were frozen by fear. Following the screams, Mason eventually saw Aurora running among the shadows. 

He had to do something, to at least protect that one person who evoked some kind of feeling inside of him. “Get Ivy out of here. The second seal’s almost open, she needs to kill some more.” He yelled towards Royce before running to the right, eventually running past the two closest houses and getting a hold of Aurora. Quickly grabbing her wrist Mason pushed her to the ground, instinctively shielding her from the darkness that was roaming through the streets. A few guards had made their way towards them, however the darkness, paired with his own manipulation of their intestines (leaving them to rot from the inside out) killed them without they could fire all their ammunition. “You’re in my way.”

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JEAN-PIERRE:

She was bold. Fearless. Ambitious. Everything that he wanted, everything that he had been looking for wrapped up in a small, red-headed gift. This was why the crown Prince had waited and refused a million possible Anchors - men and women of power but none that piqued his interest the way she did. Sofia would become an unassailable weapon at his side and at his command. And she was ready for it, certain in herself and her abilities despite all that she had so recently been through. That was enough for Jean-Pierre Delacroix to know that no others would ever compare. It was an added bonus that no one tied her down - that her memories were so mysterious. He would fill in those gaps of her mind solely with him, so that if those memories and people ever returned there would be no place for them anymore. He would not allow love to tie her down. Her interests did not concern him - not truly. She was beautiful but all he could think of were his goals, his power. Women always came and went, he did not need a queen, not yet. He needed a weapon.

‘Yes, I will.’

“Good,” he murmured, the smile replaced by a steely look - one of contemplation and pride.

 ‘Do you know anything about what happened?’

Finally, the prince followed her gaze. She had proven herself enough to hear the truth. He trusted that she would not run; she would learn to guard herself against the fear of hurting others. And he could never afford for her to be an Anchor that feared her own power or the death of other’s. She would not survive at his side.

‘They’ll know me as a murderer. Did they find something valuable? Did I– lose control? Hurt someone? I have strange visions, I hear… voices.’

He pocketed the information about voices and visions to ask about soon. But JP gently and briefly placed his finger by Sofia’s jawline, silently asked for her full attention. “You did. They found bodies, but that is all… And it is of no consequence. Do you understand me?” A beat of silence as he read her eyes. “It doesn’t matter to me or to anyone else that you killed, not when you’re my Anchor. It was an accident. And even if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t matter. There will be instances in your life when you will need to do the same for yourself and for the crown. Learn to steel yourself against those emotions that are unnecessary and that you cannot afford as an Anchor and as a Saint. It’s regret that will make it more difficult for you to do your job, and to learn to control your new abilities.” It was her first glimpse into the darkness that was the crown Prince’s life. That even at the side of the Sun Prince, she would know darkness unlike anything that she ever would have expected. Death would not be a stranger to her.

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She didn’t know what to make of him. Every single citizen of Athos and beyond knew of Jean-Pierre Delacroix, heir to the throne, the sun king. Sofia couldn’t make anything out of him, however. A shining beacon of hope to his subjects, a cold, selfish leader to herself, and yet... he’d helped her on, arguably, the worst day of her life. Of course she didn’t remember much from her past life, but how bad could’ve been as the daughter of a general? Jean-Pierre was ridiculously good looking, the uncontested, obvious choice to be on the throne once his time would come, warm to her in a sense she couldn’t rationally explain. She’d cursed him for years now, loathed him even, to this day. This warmth mixed with uncertainty on how to approach the man in front of her, Sofia pushed business before her private thoughts in an attempt to further get to know him and let their actual union speak for itself. 

Just his brief touch prompted her to take one step back, just enough so his fingers couldn’t reach her anymore. With her arms intertwined in front of a chest, a clear defensive mechanism, the Saint breathed in heavily. “I do want to fight,” Sofia countered with a similar darkness that developed out of being near him. He did influence her quite a bit apparently, or did he, really? Or was this all just a way to hide who she really was? Blame him, the easiest way out of blaming herself instead? With tears threatening to run down her cheeks, Sofia kept a stern face, unwilling to let those tears break her this easily. “The crown’s important to me, your highness. My father, my entire family, has fought for its safety and superiority all these centuries. 

The more time passed the more she could remember about her former life while still missing huge chunks without even realizing it. “Omerta’s in an uproar. Rumor has it they’re planning an attack or infiltrate the crown,” she’d always loved to strategise, a talent now on full display. “If we let them come, I can try and find the intruder if you’ll let me. No one can harm you with me by your side.” A true statement seeing that only a touch might kill -- a negative side effect perfectly turned into a positive one if chosen as a weapon. “I will track down Dante Adkins and his barn to see what he’s been up to. I remember someone talking about him a week ago. Apparently he’s collecting Saints to test on them, make them stronger.” 

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AURORA:

She should have known, and perhaps she did. Perhaps Aurora simply turned a blind eye to her father’s clear preference for her. That she was his little girl, his princess, his warrior and healer and strategist all rolled into one little girl that looked like his most beloved wife. That Don Parrino saw hope and light in his daughter as much as he saw and nurtured her darkness. But it was that darkness which Aurora no longer wished to accept - that darkness that he tried to encourage which had led her to turn it against him with her Banshees. She turned a blind eye because perhaps she did not want to see, did not want to believe that Vittorio’s coldness towards her and his lack of care had only ever been her fault.

No. No, she was far too old to believe it was her fault anymore. Once again, it was their father’s fault. A father that Aurora loved, who she would always love, but a father she could no longer stand. Every misery in their lives was his fault.

Aurora’s face went from shock, to pain. And from pain it inevitably would always turn to anger, as it did now. Anger - not towards Vittorio - but towards their father. “Father sees himself in you, Tori, that’s why he’s so cold to you. We know he’s not perfect, he never will be. And he’s hurt you… But you can’t let him turn you against the world.” Against me. “— Against innocent people that don’t deserve the misery that the mafia spreads everywhere it goes. I’m trying to save you from the life that he’s trying to push us all into. The only end to it is death, violent death - I’ve seen it a million times. The only thing it’ll bring you and your loved ones is pain.”

“So if you plan on going to Athos and becoming just another Don Parrino, I will never follow that. You will lose me.”

‘Enough,’ he yelled and she visibly flinched. There was something shattered in her big brother’s voice, something broken and put back together. His following words made her heart break in her chest. But she was at a loss for what to do, and that only made her angry. She opened her mouth to yell back when the light surrounded them and she was forced to turn away from it’s blinding glow. She heard Vittorio fall and turned again, alarmed, her hand up to shield herself from the worst of the light as she yelled for him. 

“Tori!” Fear enveloped Aurora, taking away any understanding that she might have had for what happened and instead making her only seeing a danger to her brother - her family. He couldn’t see. She ran to him, to help him, only for the world to turn dark. Aurora stumbled in place, panicking as all vision suddenly left her. “I can’t- I can’t see.” In her voice was trembling fear, a childlike fear that made her feel like a small girl again as she tried to reach out for something, anything. “I can’t… V-Vittorio?”

His father, his own sister, all eager to tell him where to go, what to say, how to stand. Did none of them understood the consequences of scolding him like that? How his blood boiled every second they forced their opinions on him? It made him sick ! Maybe that’s why he’d developed his powers, to control the senses and take essential abilities away from someone. And yet he was the one whose senses betrayed him right now. Controlling a power was practically impossible. The light had vanished before anything could be announced or even discussed. No help, nothing. 

“He’s no one to me,” Vittorio hissed, trying to get a hold of his own power while swallowing his own anger. Difficult, merely impossible, while thinking of his father. “he’s no one to Omerta and Athos once I’m king of the underworld.” He stood up then, tall and proud, finally cleansed from his own powers. “And you will see, too, what life has to offer when I’m gone.” He didn’t want to lose her - at all. He was just too prideful to tell or show her. 

She seemed to panic, then, reach out for something that wasn’t there. Her eyes were dark, covered in a gray fog - underneath pitch black eyes completely unable to see. “I can’t control myself. I never meant to harm you.” Instead of apologizing or feeling sorry, he felt anger towards himself and his father. “Here,” holding his hand out to her, Vittorio moved closer and eventually grabbed Aurora’s arms, holding her close. “You need to understand,” his voice was now merely a whisper while his anger began to fade, as this his reign of terror and the blindness subsided. “This is my calling. Come with me. Your Banshees, too. Athos is a place for us, for Saints like myself. They have an army, weaponry, hope.” Looking around for just a moment he heard a car approaching. “At least let me get you out of here. Those aren’t my men,” he said ominously. The Enemy.

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Sofia Buchanan + TV Tropes

Silk Hiding Steel, Heroic Fire Rescue, Shock and Awe, Justified Criminal, Help mistaken for attack, Good is not soft, I did what I had to do, Identity Amnesia, Good Bad Girl, no time to think, one woman army

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PB Task 002 – Sainthood

Sofia has been a Saint for seven years, starting on August 25th 2012. She can control lightning and lightning storms as well as create parts of the weather (like rain due to the storms she creates. Rain, on the other hand, cannot be controlled by her and is merely a side effect of her powers).  Power: Lightning Manipulation Triggered by: Joel Duncan’s impending murder/love Time of Sainthood: seven years

defining characteristics that might’ve triggered her powers were her passion and how she’s jumping from 0 to 100 in no time. She always preferred thunderstorms and her military training as a Mundane helped to control her powers in less than three years.

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JEAN-PIERRE

‘As you may know my brother Mason has been an Anchor before leaving all of us behind to follow a much darker path. I couldn’t save him, but I’m determined to do better, your Highness.’

The Prince nodded, silent, and he allowed her to continue. The topic of Mason had been one of his father’s counterarguments and JP had felt successful both in his attempt to persuade his father and in persuading himself that he would not be weak enough to allow such a thing to happen to his own Anchor. He would be more in control. He would be wise and cunning beyond any of his family. He would be there every step of the way with Sofia until she was the perfect tool.

And he remained silent, he allowed her to continue to shock him with her words. Funny, how the woman could ‘shock’ so easily both physically and metaphorically. JP kept silent while Sofia expressed her desire to help and her own concerns for him; none of which he had expected from her so very quickly. The doctors had privately expressed the concern that there might have been damage to her brain which rendered her memory loss before he’d visited her. But the Prince couldn’t believe that any bit of that damage touched the rest of her. Sofia was quick-witted and ready, unlike many, even despite the clear physical difficulties that she was having. She was not one to stand still and JP could very, very much relate to that. 

“Nothing… is going to happen to me, Sofia,” he assured with a charming smile and soft, carefully placed words. Sofia. Not Ms. Buchanan, not Lady Buchanan. No. They would have to forge a very close bond if she were to become his official Anchor and if he was to trust her with his own life. “Not just because I have lasted this long on my own,” he said with a bit of cheek, “— but because I am sure that you will be there at my side… Your offer means a great deal to me, Sofia, because I have come here with the very intention of asking you if you would consider training to become my Anchor. We have my father’s blessing; I’d wanted to come here and tell you myself but it seems you’ve… beat me to it.” A small grin that slowly dissolved. His expression was serious but soft all at once. “I know about your brother, Mason. I’m sorry for what he must have done to your family… but I have all the faith in the world that God placed you in my path for a reason. I sense you will not disappoint. And, indeed, I have also been informed a bit about this ‘Dante’ but he’s very difficult to find for anyone who is not a Saint themselves. I’m afraid I do not trust any of my family’s Anchors to seek him out themselves… If you could do this…” He considered. “— perhaps you will be exactly the sort of Anchor I see you becoming.”

“So does that mean you will take the offer, Sofia Buchanan?” A small smile. “Become my Anchor? Take on such a weighty mantle and such a dangerous responsibility? You need to be certain you are ready for this.”

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Being this close to the prince wasn’t new to her but being alone with him was. Today had been disastrous enough to let her forget about her previous hatred pointed towards Jean-Pierre. Frankly, Sofia didn’t remember much about her life anyway. Some pieces fell into place rather quickly: her family, position and identity were back as soon as she regained full consciousness over her actions. Especially her relationships to others were more of a blur at the moment, resulting in the redhead only vaguely remembering serving the prince, but despising him for his Machiavellianism. The irony of being saved by him, of all people, reminded her of something else rather quickly: to uphold her old motto to never judge a book by its cover. She’d failed to apply the same to one of Athos’ most famous, most desired bachelors, a man bigger than his body could ever be, a man with greatness and visions. A ruler, a king in the making. Sofia’s green eyes rested upon him for the entirety of her daydream. 

Her rant must’ve had a lasting effect on the prince considering his smile and tone with which he continued talking to her. They were so close, dangerously close -- it didn’t feel right, but good. Sofia fidgeted with her fingers, playing with her rings in an attempt to distract herself from all the questions and statements she was already planning in her head. Too eager, too active to back off now, she’d dedicate herself to him, a fact that scared her now. Why? Gratitude? Sudden attraction? The need to help? Test her powers? Be stronger herself? The lines seemed to blur together at the moment. Question over question, her mind felt like exploding right now. “Sofia,” she finally completely snapped out of her trance by saying her own name, barely whispering it. Her own name sounded so strange coming out of his mouth. Why did everything he say remind her of an engagement proposal? Anyway. “My apologies, your highness, I was just hoping I’d be worthy. Not only that, I know I will be exceptional and I’ll thrive under your guidance. I’m powerful,” a bold statement to make, but Sofia had never been known for being quiet, like just now, and neither for being indirect or avoiding. Always head first, sometimes even without thinking it through properly. “I will do whatever it takes to make you proud, to protect you,” maybe it was their sudden closeness, the gratitude, or not wanting to end up like Mason that pushed her directly into his arms, figuratively speaking. Her bold statements and eagerness were testament of what’s to come for the two of them, for sure. 

Taking a step closer to her prince, Sofia gulped slightly at his question. Yet she didn’t hesitate and rather curtsied as best as possible, mustering the last of her remaining strength to properly show her respect. “Yes, I will.” Standing up straight again Sofia suddenly turned her gaze towards the window close to them. A lot of people were walking around the inner court, frantically carrying various objects from left to right, all burned and some almost unrecognizable. Objects from the fire she’d created, no doubt. “Do you know anything about what happened?” she asked with merely a whisper. Sudden guilt and a warmth she couldn’t explain overwhelmed her, forced Sofia to grab on tightly to the nearest table. ‘ I know you need me. I do. I need--’ A voice, so familiar yet so unknown, echoed inside of her mind. “They’ll know me as a murderer.” Strangely enough that thought didn’t scare her as much as it did just moments ago, “Did they find something valuable? Did I-- lose control? Hurt someone? I have strange visions, I hear... voices.”

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AURORA

‘No, sister, I only want to get stronger. Seems reasonable, right?’ She wouldn’t argue that. Aurora had learned to get stronger too and she’d done it with the company of her Banshees. But the scowl on her face spoke volumes; she knew her brother was less after strength than he was power and control over others. Vittorio was after trouble. Aurora was after freedom. There was still a difference.

‘— join me. We could leave towards Athos and never look back. Don’t you see? All our prayers will be answers there.’

Aurora took a sharp breath and looked at Vittorio in disbelief as she tossed her staff to the side. She was well aware their father was a power-hungry man as much as he was a family man. Don Parrino would not relent control of Omerta to his children until he was near death; clearly Vittorio would not wait that long. “Join you? Papa would never let you dethrone him, Tori. I’m not going to be a part of your schemes to hurt him. You want to get away? Fine.” She did too. “But the things you have in mind…” She shook her head. “You’re going to get innocent people killed and caught in the crossfire of your climb to power. You don’t need that in your life, Tori. You don’t,” she said, nearly pleading. Aurora took steps over to him. “This life has brought us nothing but hell and you know it. The amount of times I’ve had to help the doctor bring our father or his people back from near death when they’ve come home from attacks and… pointless violence. Having to look over our shoulders for the rest of our lives because we’re always going to have a target on our back while we’re associated in this? There’s no justice here. There’s no peace. Find a new life in Athos, one that doesn’t involve mafia or gangs or the Underground… Athos can be our new start but we can be so much better than our parents, Tori… You don’t need to hurt people to get what you want… You don’t need to become like our father. Or do you really want to have your future spouse and your children worry if you’ll ever come home again? To have papa and mama and-” Hesitation. “— and me worry even more than we already do that someday someone might find your mangled corpse in your enemy’s hands? Is there nothing else you want from your life?”

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He looked more like a lost king searching for his kingdom. Pride and an immense hunger for power have plagued him for years now, all thanks to his treatment and lack of guidance. Their father had made sure to always favor Aurora, leaving him with guidance from his mother and self-taught knowledge about the underworld he wanted to possess and inherit soon. Why didn’t they see his value? It’s almost like they were blind. Huffing at her words, Vittorio balled his hand into a fist and yet simply listened, kept his distance. That’s where they’re similar: a temper, a defensive attitude at times -- at times Vittorio saw himself in his younger sister. “What if I do need it? Father’s not going to listen to me, ever. He has done nothing but scold me -- heir or not. I never experienced his warm touch.” Saying those words did hurt and he’d instinctively looked away just to not see his sister right now, to not see her reaction. Such vulnerability, would she even like to hear such words from him? Would she accept them? Once she moved, he moved as well -- backwards. He could practically smell her perfume all around him. Such a familiar scent did irritate him nowadays. Gasoline, cash and liquor left an incredibly pungent smell within the underworld, so something as delicate as her perfume served as the ultimate contrast to his new self. Yes, it pulled him back, but... not enough.

With innocence lost, what exactly was there to stop him? Her words? Her annoying pleading he couldn’t hear anymore? “Enough,” Vittorio yelled, “this is not your decision to make. I’m done with others trying to know what’s best for me, feigning sympathy. They don’t care about me, they have left me to rot in the shadows.” All his anger came forth within seconds, building into what he could only sense as a form of heat inside of his entire body. Suddenly, a light, bright and irritating right above them. Falling to his knees, Vittorio looked upon the light, knowing he’d been blessed, though nothing had changed at first glance. His anger still remained, yet, suddenly, his eyesight left him. Panting and grunting Vittorio slammed his hand against his eyes hoping to feel anything, but nothing. His senses gave in. “Aurora, I can’t see, I-” stretching one hand out to her his eyesight returned. Instead, he’d cursed her now. “Senses,” the light left as soon as he uttered the word, leaving them in their misery.

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