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# 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑦𝑡ℎ , a collection of muses , loved + tortured by yours truly — 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗌 . these prophecies unfold exclusively for @ 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌𝖿𝗆 .
“But what if it doesn’t?” She insists, knowing how empty the words are even to her ears. There is no controlling fate, but Estela wants to believe that the general curve of the universe bends towards goodness. Julian has already suffered enough, it just feels cruel for his life to continue to crumble after everything has already changed so much for him already. He deserves getting some solid footing under him before everything changes once more.
“I know,” she says with one last sigh. She has nothing but time, her immortality stretching before her. But the truth is that she doesn’t know how long it will take for her to accept that this wasn’t her fault, when it feels so much like it was. All her life, she had been told she was meant to fix problems, not cause them. Alas, it didn’t seem like she was getting any closer to fixing the increasing number of problems on her plate. It was beyond frustrating, to say the least.
“Co-existence is possible… You just can’t take it for granted, I guess,” she says with a shrug. Kairos was fairly peaceful, despite the heavy presence of hunters on the island. The issue there, of course, is that the situation doesn’t tend to parallel everywhere else in the world. That and— Well, they don’t know how the hunters will react to the existence of a new species, and that is the crux of the matter, isn’t it? They don’t know if coexistence will be possible once this information begins spreading.
“I don’t know about other people, but I won’t,” she says simply. He is already too important to her, and Estela knows the pain of being ignored. There is no way she would inflict that sort of pain onto someone else, especially to someone who has never been anything but kind to her.
“I can eat,” she admits with a small smile. Yeah, she had been relatively functional thanks to Marquesa, but she also realizes that she hasn’t been keeping on top of her routine nearly as much as she would like. “Want to share?”
the words are empty , yes . they do little to ease his mind , but that's not estela's fault . he's going to need time to process what happened to him ⸻ and even more of it to have faith that everything is going to be okay . after all , her silent observation is nothing but the truth . the fates put him through so much . how could he possibly think that it's all over now ? hazel eyes study her features and he realizes that he appreciates her words anyway . empty as they are , they still show how much she cares and the fact that she's not giving up on him means a great deal . ❛ then i'm sure everybody's going to be relieved . ❜ and gods , he hopes that's what it comes to . julian wants nothing more than to be a stronger version of himself , one that might be able to protect his friends if another threat arises . . . but just like the asteriae , he doesn't know how long it will take for him to accept that he's not a monster . at least they're not alone , right ?
he nods when she tells him not to take things for granted . ❛ like this isn't difficult enough . ❜ his tone sounds surprisingly bitter , even to his ears . the darklighter understands the urge to protect loved ones , of course he does , but estela's story is not about protection . ❛ and , for their sakes , i hope the hunters that did this to you never cross my path . ❜ he glances at the scar on her chest . ❛ i wouldn't think twice . ❜ unlike her , it seems , but he meant it : there is no excuse for targeting a child . ❛ i appreciate that . ❜ his voice is very quiet now , but it doesn't make the words less sincere . much the opposite . ❛ alright , i . . . bought a couple of snacks if you want something quick and a few ingredients for pasta if you want an actual meal . ❜ the question that follows makes him squirm . ❛ i guess i should eat . ❜ jules has never been good at it when he feels stressed or tired . ❛ yeah . . . we can share . ❜
“tell me you don’t mind me sitting here before I pretend I had other options.” she slips into the seat almost immediately upon seeing the only familiar face. “i’ll even be quiet. shocking, I know. just, please.”
cosimo is not exactly dying for company right now and his mismatched eyes narrow when the lampad takes a seat at his table . ❛ so you want me to lie to you ? ❜ his tone is impossible to read ⸻ it could be a tease , or anything else . ❛ that is shocking . ❜ almost enough to make him wonder if anything happened . ❛ fine . you can stay . happy ? ❜
Her only answer to his new declaration is a close lipped smile, a raised brow and a nod. Only the Fates know if that is to truly be the case, or if she will manage to pull one over Amir once more, out of a brief moment of genius on her part. She is interested to see how it goes, this little game of theirs.
“I look forward to your next guess,” she says, delighted by his insistence in continuing his guesses despite the previous errors. It says a great deal about him that he had the patience to meet her until they had gone far enough in the timeline back to Charlemagne. “Oh, I assure you, I have always been part of many a story. Both during Elizabethan times and when you look farther back than that.”
She had lived for a long time, and had always been drawn to the battlefield. Perhaps the stories of Iphigenia and Puck are the ones the world knows the most, but if one looks closely enough, there are plenty more besides those two.
“I have built up some tolerance to that type of persuasion, but I am more than happy to indulge in it once more,” she reassures him as she moves towards her chair and sits upon it.
robin's reaction makes him laugh , the sound brief and dry . ❛ why do i get the feeling that you are enjoying this too much ? ❜ not that her delight is a new addition to their game ⸻ it simply happens to be rather obvious tonight . ❛ and why does that little detail make me wonder if i am ever going to learn the truth about you ? what will you do when our game comes to an end ? ❜ serious as he may sound , there is a certain playfulness that lingers . her cheekiness is not enough to erase his curiosity , or his determination to figure her out .
❛ how much farther back are we talking ? have i not earned a single hint that may be of use ? ❜ amir offers a charming smile , one that swayed many before her . ❛ ah , but there is no tolerance to a lovely evening , is there ? perhaps it is time to change my strategies . ❜ he hums , waiting for her to take her seat before he takes his own .
“There is no need to worry about that,” she reassured, amused. Never would Yurena back down from a challenge when given, unless she senses it to be a trap. She is rather too stubborn to give in if there is any chance of success. “I may not be able to satisfy your current craving at this point in time, but I would be rather happy to revisit that thought in a day or two.”
She nods at the suggestion.
“That seems filling, and just what the doctor would order,” she says with a hum of agreement as she begins to mentally plot the course towards the nearest shop, mouth watering at the thought. “The sentiment is returned, as your presence always such a delightful treat.”
❛ you're so lucky you're cute . ❜ she announces before a dramatic sigh leaves her lips . ❛ most people wouldn't get away with turning me down as often as you do . ❜ emilia would label them a waste of time and find something more rewarding , but she knows that yurena has a good heart ⸻ at least when it comes to her work . the word delightful makes her laugh , though the sound is mixed with a hint of a scoff . ❛ please . my presence is far from delightful , you and i both know that . i'm glad you tolerate me , though . ❜ the lamia adds with a gentle smirk . ❛ do you want to head to the place around the corner ? it's the best , really . ❜
leopold is not going to make any false claims ⸻ the successful banishment of the shadows flooded him with relief and restored some of his sense of joy , but it's going to take time to process everything that happened . he's doing better , much better , but a trace of heaviness lingers . would it surprise anyone if it continues to do so , until they can be certain that the fragments stay gone ? that the erebides are not a threat ? features soften when he spots @unspoolcd and the high priest catches up with her before he makes himself known . ❛ yurena . walk with me ? ❜
❛ well ⸻ shit. ❜ she should have cast an illusion, the lampad blood within her veins made her excel in such areas of the arcana and yet the damage had been done, years spent keeping the secret of her magic close to her chest from her closest confidantes finally exposed. she feels stunned and the blood within her veins feels like ice, it feels surreal as he stares at her with wide eyes and knows.
the truth of what she was almost felt like a slap coming from his lips and she can't deny it, can't take his memories from him and all she can do is stare with pleading eyes, the excuses dying on her lips. ❛ julian, please.❜ the soft words an admission in itself and she doesn't know what she is asking, if she wants him to keep her secret, to not expose her lies to violet or to stop looking at her in such a way.
no . no , she shouldn't have cast an illusion ⸻ she should have told them the truth all along . julian understands how hard it must be to befriend human beings , to wonder if that line should be crossed , but others crossed it , didn't they ? theodore did not tell him about his magic right away , but eventually . valeriya told him about erinyes . how is it that one of violet's closest friends never spoke up about this ? he swallows once he notices the look in her eyes , so pleading . a look that has gotten to him many times before , but this is different . ❛ please what ? ❜ he questions , unable to mask the frustration in his voice . ❛ please forget what just happened ? please don't tell anyone , including your sister ? please ignore the fact that i lied to you for years ? which one is it ? ❜
the shadows had returned to the underworld and victoria could relax once again, she was unhappy with the news that erebus had stolen some of her vampiric kind, a different type of darkness leeched onto their undead bones and they no longer were children of night, no longer were tied to selene and it did not matter how many years had tethered the vampyrs together, they now belonged to erebus and she could not undo what had been done. the daylight ring sat heavy on her finger, the garnet flashing from the suns rays that broke through the mist that surrounded them. a hellhound rushed into her leg, she was normally tough as steel and wouldn’t have felt an impact from an ordinary dog, plus there was the feeling of foreboding that came with the puppy and she raised a brow. resisting the urge to scratch the demonic dog around the scruff ❛ it would take a lot more than a pup to knock me down ⸻ no matter how strong this one is. ❜ talking more to the doggo than the darklighter that accommodate it. ❛ although he could certainly take down a mortal. ❜
there's a certain inner conflict ever since kairos banished the shadows to the underworld . the fact that he could not help is still gnawing on him ⸻ what's the point in having all of these new abilities if he remains somewhat useless ? don't get him wrong , julian understands why he had to stay back , but the awareness is not enough to erase his frustration . besides , now that they are gone , he cannot help but wonder if he still belongs . to the island , the mortal plane , all of it . what is the difference between him and the fragments of erebus ? there are rational answers to all of it , answers that his friends are trying to provide , but he finds it difficult to let go . that is why styx has been a welcome distraction , one that makes it slightly easier to leave his bed in the morning . ❛ he is strong , isn't he ? ❜ it brings a fond smile to his lips , no matter how small it is . ❛ and he learns fast , so i hope this won't happen again . ❜ the erebide adds , speaking to the puppy instead of the stranger until his hazel eyes land on her face . ❛ guess it's good he . . . didn't run into a mortal ? ❜
he agreed and always would. with their own sire he had felt the same, interceding to say the same at the height of the tension. " no, but it is funny to watch. aside from when it confuses her. " tony added as an after thought as he would never think that was entertaining. " oh, that's what she meant by saying you're playing hide and seek. hopefully for your sanity she doesn't find it. " the humor was in his words that he was joking. " could you not see the big smile for me and take a picture to send me ? it would work just as well. she may be more excited to see you anyway. "
❛ you have more patience than i possess . i believe i would get annoyed after a minute . ❜ maybe even less . amir cannot help but feel overprotective at times . ❛ she said that we are playing hide and seek ? ❜ he echoes in amusement , allowing a quiet laugh to slip past his lips . ❛ you know i can handle myself , even if she ends up discovering it . i must admit that i expected her to bribe someone after the first couple of days . ❜ but it is true ⸻ araminta always keeps herself far too busy for her own good . ❛ that is not the same thing and you know it . ❜ he shakes his head , though a trace of warmth laces his tone . at least until he continues to speak . ❛ doubtful . you are her brother , her family . ❜ something that would always come first , no ? ❛ and you may be overestimating my importance in her life . ❜
❛ an opportunity for what ? ❜ vexation slightly enters her voice, although she remains cool and collected, she's the vampyr lady and she'd never speak needlessly to her kind with ire but the thought is borderline blasphemy, she worships selene and is loyal to the goddess that made her and gifted the children of the night with immorality and power beyond measure, to control the tides of empires and bend the world to their whims. ❛ i trust that the gods abscense is not without reason or purpose, that they will return and i will keep the temple and the altar cup filled with blood in honor. ❜
amir can practically feel her mood shift , but he has never been one to choose silence in order to protect someone's thoughts and feelings . victoria is entitled to her opinion ⸻ surely , he is entitled to his own . ❛ an opportunity for something new . a new order . a new life , free of worship and conditions . ❜ it remains unclear whether the older vampyr agrees with that sentiment , tone perfectly neutral . ❛ optimism can be a lovely trait . what will you do if they are not coming home ? ❜
he'd been around enough to see what parents that had little patience did. there were enough wars that had been started from lack of empathy to ones own children and others that he knew himself well to know what he could handle. " regretting a child is more unfortunate than anything else in life. " lucien spoke as he continued to scratch behind the puppy's ears. " social in that most that go to the underworld don't go willingly. " his eyes moved to rest on julian, observing him silently. " you will soon find that there is little you can force a hellhound to do. " he smiled slightly. " good luck. "
julian watches him for a moment before he nods his head in response to those words . ❛ i know . ❜ he witnessed that first hand ⸻ though his parents never truly regretted having children , did they ? there is a difference between regret and not giving a damn , choosing sex and drugs over the happiness and safety of your offspring . the darklighter swallows the bitter taste in his mouth and focuses on the image in front of him as styx keeps turning his head to try and lick lucien's hand . ❛ i guess it was a social visit then . ❜ he murmurs before he chuckles under his breath . ❛ thanks for the luck , but i'm okay with that . don't really think forcing anyone to do anything is the right approach . ❜
Rome laughed then, surprised by the unceremonious critique of the platter before him. “Looks like you've got a future as a food critic” He teased, waving his hand in the older man's direction. “I'm sure a man of high brow class such as yourself is used to every meal having a certain decadence to it but,” They trailed off, the shrug attempting to lessen the blow of all but calling him a snob. “I think the simplicity adds a certain elegance to it.” Rome had never brushed shoulders with the upper crust in his years traveling the world, or, not in the sense he'd ever been invited to a fancy dinner. His time was spent kneeling on the floor for simple rice dishes, or stumbling half drunk through streets that no longer exist.
At the mention of where he was from, Rome's expression softened at the words left unsaid. His birthplace had been in the stars — too far away to ever gaze upon correctly. His rebirth had been a monsoon that swept him onto the isles of the philippines, but his vision of the isles he knew before kairos would be unrecognizable to isles the modern world understood. “Is home hard to return to?” He asked, a sympathetic smile on his lips. “No, no. Kairos and I have only known each other a decade or two.” He shrugged, the exact amount of time leaving him the moment he needed it. “My family passed, and I never returned home.” An odd truth, twisted somewhere between his love for the family that took him in and the knowledge that mimaropa and the stars will never see him again. “Well, that got bleak.” He laughed, then held up his drink. “Here's to talking about anything else.” He cheered the air whether the other joined him or not, and took a long drink of his glass.
❛ i would do a terrible job and return any meal that fails to meet my standards . ❜ the vampyr can be difficult to please , but why would he invest time and money when the other party refuses to make so much as an effort ? ❛ i fear i must correct you . i was not referring to the charcuterie board . miss goodfellow never ceases to amaze . ❜ he doubts that robin would have any interest in serving something less than elegant , which is why he enjoys his time at ambrosia whenever he comes by . dark eyes study the soul next to him before he offers a slight nod of his head . ❛ impossibly so . ❜ amir could return to the land itself , but what good would that do ? it would merely serve as another reminder of the existence that had been lost when the fates chose to weave vampyrism into his story . ❛ a decade or two is a lot of time . i am surprised i have not seen you before . ❜ though amir is aware that the island is big enough for it to make perfect sense . he watches him , features remaining calm as the other makes his toast . ❛ it did get bleak . i am sorry to hear that . about your family . ❜
marina released a soft hum that was both amused and sorrowful. she swirled the mimosa in her glass like it would give her an answer before she shook her head. " not much. not in a way that would ever prepare her for it. she joked that if she was going to die she wanted me to bring her to the underworld. i told her i would. " she looked down, putting the glass back onto the table. " but i could not when it came to down to it. there wasn't anything for me to bring to the underworld which is the reason why i hope she will wake back up. all of the people she talks to are immortal and i don't think it'll bother her except for how it happened. without her having a choice. "
❛ you would have ? ❜ emilia cannot say if that information surprises or touches her more ⸻ selfish as she is , she doubts she would have been able to go through with such a promise . . . ❛ i will only say this once . you are much stronger than me . ❜ the lamia would've clawed at the gates of the underworld in an hopeless attempt to stop the inevitable . ❛ she is going to wake up . i am going to wreak such havoc if she doesn't . ❜ who cares if it wouldn't even make a difference ? a sigh leaves her lips and she takes another bite of her waffle before something else crosses her mind . ❛ how are you doing ? you are the one who had to see her like that . ❜ and if she's losing her mind , there is a chance marina is doing worse .
Truth was, she would never know what occurred to this man that had him changed, but her intuition was never that far from wrong. Something had occurred in him, and caused a thread to be pulled just out of place, turning him into a pile of thread as opposed to a complete tapestry. Before she could ask him if she had stuttered when he repeated the word ‘taint’, he quickly lied to her, hiding in the comfort of a shadow of truth. “Of course not.” Vera said coldly, the hubris of man once again claiming to be able to overcome that which is not theirs to behold. Her lover had been the same, driven by desire and hubris and the gods be damned audacity to touch what death had already taken. And now look at what had become of her? Who knew what havoc and consequence his journey to the underworld had cost him or those around him, but it was clear he was not ready to reconcile with his mistakes. “No, no. Man can go into a god's domain and come back without so much as a hair out of place. There are no stories that contradict this.” Her tone is not mocking, she is far too scared of what he has done to be, though the words themself could be seen as such.
“Far from it, boy.” Vera admitted, wondering briefly if her pupils had turned to slits in her frustration, some half shifted monstrosity giving her away. But no, he was far too curious for his own good, stepping past boundaries that were better left untouched, so she was sure her knowledge alone led him to this assumption. “What you intended makes no difference here and now. You cannot go there again.” Her throat tightened, her desire to use the hypnotism on him to make him less an idiot tempting, but his willpower was far too strong. Would it even work on a soul like his? She was not eager to try. Besides, hypnotism was reserved exclusively for feeding, at least for her. “You're right — my mistake. The gods are always forgiving on those who trespass. And surely they will believe that he followed you up with no persuasion.” There's a sigh that followed this, accompanied by a tightened grip on his arm. She removed the hand on her chest in favor of placing it on his shoulder. There is no real strength behind the grip, only hoping the touch will bring him down from whatever clouds he was rested upon. “I'm not trying to fight with you. I am simply giving you a warning you would do best to heed.” For a moment, it's another uncomfortably long stare, but she can't bear to look into his defiant eyes, so she settled for his clenched jaw. “Do you even regret what you have done?” The question, one she would kill to ask her old lover, is now thrusted upon a boy of maybe thirty, who is probably in over his head. Yet, an ounce of remorse, a hint of regret, just a wistful glance in the direction of undoing, and she would know there was still some saving to him. She finally met his gaze again, searching for some symblance of regret.
he notices the ice that laces her voice now and his gaze narrows in confusion . why does she even care ? it's not like he went on a suicide mission , hoping to get lost in the endless depths of the underworld for all of eternity . ❛ what ? you think this is going to cost me something ? ❜ julian nearly laughs at the thought , but he swallows the bitter sound . the shadows ended his mortal life , twisted it into something new and undefined . what else could possibly happen now ? he takes a deep breath , but it does very little to ease his frustration . ❛ tell me . . . do you have the same conversation with lampads and daemons ? ❜ boy . the word makes his frown deepen and , just for a moment , he cannot help but think of his father . the man who would call him that too , instead of using his name , teaching him that words are weapons when he was still little . a sense of unease washes over him and he barely notices her words , or the way that styx drags the piece of wood closer to them ⸻ until she places both hands on him . ❛ don't touch me . ❜ he takes a step away from her , creating a distance that feels so much safer to his brain before he realizes that it must have sounded harsher than necessary . ❛ please . ❜ the addition is quiet , eyes lowered as he leans down to throw the stick again , giving the lively puppy something to do . ❛ i was not trespassing , i fucking belong there now . ❜ words that he should not speak , but of course he would crack under the pressure . ❛ the gods are gone , aren't they ? who knows when they are going to come back ? who knows if they're going to come back at all ? i . . . ❜ voice trails off when she stares again and her question does not calm the storm inside his mind . ❛ do i regret what ? do i regret pulling a drowning hellhound out of the river styx ? i don't . do i regret letting him come with me ? i don't . what was i supposed to do , huh ? use something to tie him to a tree , so he wouldn't follow me ? i'm not forcing him to stay . ❜ so what is there to regret ? that he survived after the shadows attacked him ? that he is trying to handle his new existence ? what ? what is it that this stranger wants him to regret ?
The way the other observed her should have had her taking a protective step back, but truly, how could wandering the forest in pajamas look normal to anyone? Instead, she self consciously rubbed at her arms as if to self soothe, debating how honest of an answer she should give. “I was…lost in thought.” She decided, because sleepwalking at her old age was not only embarrassing, but somehow too unbelievable for her to say. Not that being lost in though was the most credible answer, but still, it was an easier lie to swallow. “Lost track of time, is all.” The shrug was as unconvincing as the statement, but she tried to look firm in herself.
While she held some sentimentality to the pants — mostly in the form of reliability and comfort — they were long past their expiration date. The soft pastels looked almost childlike compared to the beginner professor status she held, though she had never intended for the garments to be seen. “You've got…quite the observant eye.” Mercy laughed, hands uncovering the marks she had hoped would go unnoticed. “I suppose your help with my arms would be appreciated. I am not well versed in the flora here.” She paused, then nodded in acknowledgement and took a few careful steps toward the other, avoiding twigs and sharp stones as best she could. “Talia — it's a pleasure. I am Mercy.”
none of it is convincing , no , but talia accepts the answer anyway . they are perfect strangers ⸻ the other doesn't need more of a reason to keep herself from telling the truth . ❛ that can be very dangerous , especially around the more secluded parts of the island . ❜ she warns her , though her tone stay gentle . ❛ dryads tend to be overly protective of their trees and many were planted around the moors . ❜ most people expect nymphs to be calm and gentle , but gods they could be vicious too . gentle laughter spills from her lips and she shakes her head . ❛ it would be difficult not to notice , but you will be good as new in next to no time . do you mind if i use a spell ? i could make a potion or an ointment , if you prefer . ❜ the latter would take a moment longer ( and require for her to come home with the enchantress ) , but she respects her comfort . ❛ mercy . the pleasure is mine . ❜
❛ oh. ❜ a soft quip at the mention of being discreet and she is intrigued at the fact, she's not above dropping acid at mcdonalds or being bit by a vampire at a coffee shop .. doing what she wasn't suppose too in the most unexpected locations gave her a shiver of delight. control is very sexy and he's enough of a stranger to make the notion fun and now it feels as if they're playing emotional chicken, she doesn't make a move to leave. ❛ you can bite me anywhere you like. ❜ a coy smile on her lips and she means here and now, or another day or her wrist, or neck.. the offer is open.
amir already knows that rhys would be judging him for days on end ⸻ especially if he winds up with a bit of a stomach ache from the werewolf blood and requires his expert opinion . ❛ you might want to be careful what you wish for . ❜ rationality aside , he has always been curious . rather shocking that he never bit a lycanthrope before , isn't it ? ❛ would you mind moving your chair a little closer to mine ? ❜ he questions , traces of an amused smile on his lips .
sabrina blinks out of whatever quiet world her mind had drifted into, a soft inhale catching in her chest as she focuses on him again. “ sorry— i wasn’t really paying attention, ” she admits, not defensive, just gently embarrassed. “ i get… stuck in my head sometimes. ” the question makes her shake her head lightly, hair brushing her cheeks. “ not new to being a wolf, no. just new to here all of this. ” there’s a gentleness to her tone, steady but open, like she isn’t afraid of the truth. when he tells her she isn’t in the way, her expression softens, a touch of relief warming her features. “ thank you. i’m still trying to figure out where everything is. it’s a lot to take in. ”
❛ i can tell . ❜ and it's not her fault that the fury lacks patience . there are not a whole lot of people who do not frustrate him in one way or another . still , cosimo watches her as she responds and he nods his head . ❛ when did you turn ? ❜ she definitely does not seem very aged ⸻ which makes sense since nothing about her screams hybrid . ❛ yeah , it's a pretty big island with a pretty big pack . ❜ not surprising that she finds herself lost . ❛ if you tell me where you're trying to go , i might be able to show you the way . ❜