There Are Sins Far Darker Than Witchcraft

Faye Savin. Mother. Witch. Cajun. Immortal's Beloved. Soapberry Springs RP.

[myth01s]

Witch Hunt || Tuah & Faye

[faye-savin]

xxtuaharjunaxx‌:

Tuah fell to the ground the same time as the last bits black ichor dispersed into smoke, the stench filling the air made their eyes water. “No!” he screamed as the heart began to glow, filled with the coven’s magic fused with Faye’s. Green and violet went in and out of the withered heart, cleansing it from the witch’s magic and destroying it altogether. Tuah started scratching his eyes out, blood dripping down his fingers as he screamed, feeling the pain of what the witch was going through.

“Don’t you think I know that!” Desmund snapped back, hands bracing against Tuah as he tried to stop the older vampire from harming himself further. It took everything in him to pin Tuah down, straddling by his hip as he fought Tuah’s flailing arms. The scar on Tuah’s palm continued to bleed, bloody tears streaming down his face as his jaw unhinged. His body contorted beneath Desmund’s weight, and he was afraid that he could be toppled anytime soon.

Something screamed, and Tuah’s eyes rolled back as both the witch’s and his consciousness were pulled into her memories.

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Faye could do nothing as Tuah started to claw at himself. She had to keep the spell going. She had to stay within circle, or it risked disaster. But whatever connection the heart had to Eleanor, it was attached to Tuah as well, seemingly through his own connection to the other vampire. As the heart burned, and Eleanor and the witch writhed beneath the disconnecting magic, Tuah felt it too. All of it. Faye felt a slash of visceral terror rip through her gut at the sight of her dear friend in so much agony. Desmund snapped back at her with just as much vehemence, and Faye couldn’t blame him. He was doing his best. But Faye knew his best might not be good enough. 

Tuah wasn’t a small man, and he was a lifelong soldier along with being a vampire. His strength might be too much for even Desmund to handle. In the corner of her eye, Faye saw the younger witch flinch, and nearly step from her place in the circle. “You move and you kill us all!” Faye told her over the cacophony of crackling magic and cries of pain. “Finish the spell!” Faye looked across the circle to Moira, who was still standing firmly in place. The other witch gave Faye a nod before saying something to her daughter. The young witch said something back, but seemed to get ahold of herself after that. 

It was hard for Faye to stand there and be unable to help Tuah or Desmund, but she had no choice. They couldn’t break the circle. Magic rolled through the heart and the connection between the witch and Eleanor. Magic and pain and memory. Faye felt it shudder across her skin as something screamed. Something far away yet oh so close. Her eyes fluttered shut against the onslaught, and while she couldn’t see the memories herself, Faye felt them. They all did. 

Pain, agony, fear, love, regret, hatred... they twisted through the air, thick and heady like oil or incense smoke, and as the spell came to it’s conclusion, Faye felt a violent surge of empathy for the witch, and anger towards Eleanor. But it was done. As Tuah’s body went limp, Faye felt the last of the witch’s connection slipping free into the ether. A gentle breeze pushed through the room, stirring the ashes inside the circle.

I am not a monster... a woman’s voice whispered even as it faded away. 

I am a result... 

[aedanoruaidh-deactivated2021060]

Darkest Depths || Faye and Aedan

[faye-savin]

aedanthewitch‌:

‘Aedan?’ A familiar voice, smooth and warm broke through the memory. A faint golden glow emanated around them. ‘What I’m doing is for your own good.’ 

Something was wrong with the scene. Aedan knew this wasn’t the memory anymore. It was the barrier. An intrusion. But why? 

‘There is strength in allowing yourself to give up.’ The gold glowed brighter as the shadows around started to grow and consume everything around it. 

Aedan held firm, his fingers tightening around Faye’s. The young boy in the hut still hopelessly fought against his sister’s restraints. He needed to know what happened to him. He needed to know why Moira- 

‘Dan?’ A crack erupted through the gold and the world trembled. ‘You know I know best.’ Another crack. ‘Do you trust me?’ With every word, the shadow pried open the fissures it had made in the gold shield. ‘Remember, it’s us against the world.’ 

‘Please, Aedan! Don’t do this.’ The golden voice panicked, the voice’s Swedish accent was thicker and distinguishable. 

‘Ma?’ Aedan’s blood ran cold as he realised what he’d done. 

The gold shattered around them and the shadows fell in around them. Oil, thick like tar flooded around them. He could feel the liquid fill his lungs and drag him down. He was blind and deaf to it all. 

Then he was the boy again. He sat kneeling by a fire, opposite his bloody and exhausted baby sister. The adult in him knew that no child should ever have a reason to give up the way Moira had. She barely had the energy to cry. 

‘It’s okay, sis. We’ll be home soon.’ Aedan couldn’t stop the boy he was back then speaking. ‘We’re just playing a wee game. It’s just a magic trick.’ He looked up hopefully at his uncle, who had his back turned from them. ‘We’re just playin’, right?’ 

Cillian turned, a curved silver blade glinting in the moonlight. ‘Of course it is.’ 

“Don’t listen to it,” Faye said into Aedan’s mind. She held his hand tightly. “Look beyond what you see. It can’t hurt you anymore than it already has.” Aedan had lived a huge portion of his life haunted by the shade a memory that wasn’t a memory. One that had been obfuscated and manipulated to the point where the young druid had no idea what was real and what wasn’t. 

But Aedan knew that now. He had it within his grasp, the truth of things. 

Faye watched, as inch by inch, the gilded cage that had held the truth of Aedan’s past was torn away by reality. It sunk it’s claws deep into the old magic, and stripped it away without mercy or apology. Faye shuddered, a white-hot sizzle of static rolling through her as the spell broke under the influence of her magic and Aedan’s determination. A spell put there by another witch. A witch that shared blood with the young man standing next to Faye. She could feel it in the magic that engulfed them both a moment later. Faye closed her eyes and let it consume her. 

When the darkness pushed back, Faye sucked in a breath, and slowly opened her eyes. It had been a long time since she’d felt magic so powerful. So bound to it’s victim and it’s caster. What on God’s earth could be hidden behind such a thing? It appeared they were about to find out. 

The firelight made the blood look black and oily. But there was no mistaking what it was. The boy knelt on the ground by the little girl, telling her things that, deep down, he had to have known were lies. Or perhaps not. Faye watched as he turned to the other figure in the memory. The man from before. The uncle. Cillian. 

Aedan trusted him. Because of all his brothers and all his family, Cillian O’Ruaidh was the only one like him. The only one with magic. He was like Aedan. Except he wasn’t. Aedan was good, and kind, and had a genuinely pure soul, despite what he himself  might think. 

Cillian was not good. He may have loved his nephew, and his intentions - twisted as they were in his own mind - may have been good ones. But the road to Hell was cobbled together with just such intentions. Aedan had trusted Cillian, and Cillian done something terrible. Something unforgivable. Yet it was Aedan - and the innocent little girl, Moira, his sister - that had paid the price. 

Faye knew that feeling all too well. Betrayal that came at the hands of those that were supposed to love you. 

Back in the manor, tears leaked from beneath Faye’s lashes. 

In the memory, Faye squeezed the adult Aedan’s hand. “You’re almost there. You’ve done the hardest part. Now just let yourself remember...” 

The blade in Cillian’s hand glinted once more, and Faye swallowed, steeling herself for what was to come, and hoping Aedan had done the same. 

[faye-savin]

strangerein‌:

A smile lit on Rein’s lips when Faye said her opinion about the greenhouse. Rein wasn’t really someone who cared much about other’s opinions, but he was proud of the way the greenhouse turned out to be and he was happy to hear he wasn’t the only one who liked it. “Tuah helped me out with the frames and getting the windows. But I technically did take this whole thing apart few times because I wasn’t liking the way it looked, so this end result is all me.”

Once they were inside the greenhouse Rein put the plants from his lap to a table he had built in there. He would probably make more tables and shelves a bit everwhere around the greenhouse as the plants would start growing more. But right now the plant boxes he had made were these rather nice looking metal boxes in multiple different sizes.

He turned to look at Faye with a questioning hum when she said she had a question to ask. Although when she did ask what she wanted to know Rein ended up frowning. “Yeah, I’m from Panama”, he confirmed and his frown only got deeper as the questions followed. “I’ve met a bunch of nymphs during the years, but a lot more of every other species than nymphs. We’re weird ones with keeping our own space and it’s like a rare thing if you bump into another nymph.”

Rein went silent for a moment as he tried to dig out facts from his memory. “I’ve met few flower nymphs for sure, but I can’t say about orchids. And I don’t think I’ve heard of a meteorite one. Stones yes, but not meteorite.” Rein titled his head to the side a bit as he looked at Faye. “Why are you asking?”

“Well, it looks amazing,” Faye said. She set her own plants down next to Rein’s and helped Eowyn do the same. The little girl moved off into the greenhouse to explore as Jac came in behind them, nose to the ground as he explored the space. Faye smiled at the pair, and took out her phone to take a picture. She didn’t want to forget, after all. 

Rein’s expression after Faye asked her question wasn’t a surprise. It was a far cry from what they had just been talking about, and part of Faye felt bad. But if anyone in town knew of a nymph like the ones Faye was seeking - if they even existed - it would be Rein. He answered, and Faye listened quietly, worrying her lip between her teeth. It was true that nymphs were more solitary creatures than most. She only truly knew of a handful of them in town, and other than Rein, she wasn’t that well-acquainted with any of them. 

The news that he’d at least met a few flower nymphs was promising. And stone nymphs. A meteorite was basically a stone, right? Once it had fallen to Earth? The followup question was expected, and Faye glanced to where Wyn was playing with Jac down the way. She didn’t want the little girl to overhear too much. She and Fane had tried to keep Faye’s memory loss to themselves, not wanting to worry their daughter needlessly. 

“I’m looking for a Black Star Orchid,” Faye said quietly. “I’ve had... memory loss... on and off in the last few months. So far everything’s come back after a day or so, but I don’t know if that’s gonna last. It’s got something to do with how many times my magic has been ripped in and out of me. I guess I’m finally payin’ the price.” She glanced at her daughter again. “The orchid is ultra-rare. I’m talkin’... more rare than any flower in the world. That’s because it only grows in stardust. The only way to get stardust on earth is from meteorites. Which is why I asked about nymphs. I thought something like that might have created one.” She scrubbed a hand through her hair. “Anyway, it’s supposed to have properties that’ll cure anything. Disease, injuries... even the mind. So...” Faye gave Rein a small smile. “Fane thinks he’s found one. In South America.” 

She was aware that Panama wasn’t in South America, but Rein had lived closer to Brazil than anyone Faye knew. It couldn’t hurt to ask. “We’re takin’ a trip down there. Soon. Not sure how long we’ll be gone.” 

[faye-savin]

bumblingbrujo‌:

“Hey Faye.” Miguel smiled at her, it was tired, but it held a good deal of his missing sunlight in it. There was always a lot of warmth in his brown eyes for his friends. Even if he did blush a little when Faye pressed a kiss to his forehead. His inner child wanted to be coddled, but he also didn’t want Faye to look at him like a baby. Miguel tried to raise his head and push back his shoulders, he could put on a brave face for a bit. It wasn’t like he was actually hurt, at least not from the Xolo avatar. There was just the cut on his hand and an unending exhaustion that he was starting to think was just how everyone felt all the time when their cells weren’t dividing for the most part unchecked - unconsciously healing from all the little cell deaths and mess ups that were a natural part of being alive. 

“Oh you don’t-” but it was too late, Faye was bustling around the mugs and Miguel’s smiled widened. He could accept this little act of affection with gratitude. “Thank you.” He took the mug in his injured hand and let the warmth sooth it. There was a tall chair pressed against his kitchen counter and he pulled it out to sit, watching Faye as she stretched and leaned. She was always taller in real like than in his mind, but maybe that was more him feeling short in comparison. 

Miguel nodded. “Once I’m better I’ll have to make you dinner, or something. You keep helping me so much.” He lit the candles as he drank his tea. That would give the flame enough time to charge before he started splashing collected blood everywhere. 

Once he finished he put the mug in the sink and got out the vial of blood he had prepared in advanced. His instincts said his book would need more blood, he didn’t know what powered Faye’s magic, but it was becoming more and more clear that without his healing, his blood and his tonalli were what powered his. He covered one hand in the blood and pressed two handprints into the front and back pages of the journal. As soon as he did a narration started on the front page, written in red. Of course. How dramatic. He chuckled a little to himself and pushed the journal across the counter. 

“I felt the tug of a new connection just now… but…” he shrugged. “We’ll see if it has anything interesting to say I suppose.” With the slow movement of someone who needed more sleep, Miguel made his way back to the sink to wash his hand. He would let the candles burn a bit more to cement the connection between the ether and the journal. 

Faye could take care of and yes, even slightly coddle Miguel all while realizing he wasn’t a child. Sometimes it was needed. There was nothing wrong with letting someone take care of you. He looked tired. Exhausted even. So Faye didn’t even think about heading straight for the mugs. “You’re welcome,” she told him quietly, reaching for the mugs as Miguel settled in one of the chairs. 

“I’d love dinner, once you’re feelin’ up to it. I don’t turn down food.” She gave him a warm grin. “And that’s what friends’re for. We help each other when we need it. And sometimes when we don’t.” Once the tea was done and drank, Faye watched as Miguel brought out a vial of his blood and prepared the journal. She sat her own mug in the sink, coming back over to watch as the words started to creep across the page, written in Miguel’s blood. 

“That’s good,” Faye said, casting her eyes up at Miguel. She watched as he moved to the sink to wash his hand, not reading the words that had appeared on the first page of the journal just yet. Miguel should be the first to read them, as the words - whether prophetic or or not - were about him. Faye didn’t feel right reading them before Miguel. 

“I doubt anything it has to say will be uninteresting.” Faye had brought her own journal in her bag, in case it was needed. But she left it where it was for now, as Miguel’s blood scrawled across the pages. She watched the flicker of the candles, how they seemed to dance in the dim light of the room. If Faye listened hard enough, she thought she could hear whispers in the shadows. Nothing that meant any harm, but voices that helped guide the words written in red across the pages of Miguel’s journal.

“What do you hope it might say?” 

[thatwhichbindsus]

In The After || Ciara and Faye

[thatwhichbindsus]

faye-savin‌:

txt: I think you’re right. What it was doesn’t matter. As long as it’s gone. 

txt: Do /you/ think it’s gone? 

txt: I don’t like it either. Even though he said it’s not compelling him to do so. It’s just too convenient. 

[txt] For now. 

[txt] I don’t think it’s compelling him, I think it’s just extremely Iann. I love him, but his choices… concern me. 

[faye-savin]

Txt: I guess that’s the best possible answer currently.

Txt: That’s good at least. And yeah, they concern me too.

Txt: How is he otherwise? When I woke him up that night he was

Txt: His consciousness felt thready. Like it could snap loose at any second.

[liarwithleatherjacket]

[faye-savin]

strangerein‌:

Rein glanced towards the car and gave Faye a nod. He’d get the things in a bit, he wanted to change few words with Eowyn first. “Yeah, I made a greenhouse and now it needs plants to inhabit it. So it’s good you came here with the baby plants to help me out.” He ruffled the girl’s hair softly and stood up to give Faye a hug. “I think the size of the greenhouse will surprise you”, he chuckled a bit and then went to the car. Although before he went for the trunk, he stopped at the side door and opened it. “No need to sit there all alone, Jac”, Rein said and gestured for the dog to hop out.

The nymph left the side door open for the dog so he could come out if he wanted to, and then went to the trunk pick up as many things as he could carry. “Alright, lets go”, he said and headed towards the newly built greenhouse. Which technically wasn’t that new since Rein used old windows to fill the frames. You didn’t really have to walk far from the car when you already saw the pretty huge greenhouse just waiting to be filled with plants.

Eowyn laughed as Rein ruffled her hair, pleased that she was being helpful. Faye hugged her friend, giving a small laugh of her own. “I love a good greenhouse,” she said, gathering what she could carry when Rein moved off.

Jac hopped out when Rein opened the door, doing a cursory sniff of the new person before sticking his nose to the ground and making a circle of the front yard. Though he never strayed far from Eowyn. He didn’t bark or run, just wagged his tail and sniffed everything curiously. 

The little group headed towards the greenhouse, Wyn chatting to Jac about this and that as the dog trotted at her side. Faye made a sound of approval as the building came into view. “Color me surprised,” she grinned. “You did this all by yourself?” The greenhouse might’ve been put together using old windows and other things, but it was beautiful. “It’s lovely.” 

They moved inside once Rein led the way, and Faye sat the plants down in a safe spot, directing Eowyn to do the same. Jac sniffed around curiously, sneezing a bit as he sucked dirt up his nose. Faye smiled at the dogs antics, and Eowyn’s too as she told him not to sniff dirt up his nose and he wouldn’t sneeze. But another thought tugged at the back of her mind. “Rein... I’ve got an odd sorta question. You’re from Panama, right?” She gave him a moment to answer as he would. 

“Did you ever meet any... other nymphs? Flower nymphs maybe? Orchids specifically. Or... nymphs that were created from... meteorites? Fallen stars? That sorta thing?” It was an odd question without any other context, but Faye would elaborate if needed. 

[thatwhichbindsus]

In The After || Ciara and Faye

[faye-savin]

thatwhichbindsus‌:

[txt] You and Iann are asking the same questions. I honestly don’t think it matters, at the end of the day. It just is. 

[txt] Yes. It creeps me out, and I hate that he’s kept it. 

txt: I think you’re right. What it was doesn’t matter. As long as it’s gone. 

txt: Do /you/ think it’s gone? 

txt: I don’t like it either. Even though he said it’s not compelling him to do so. It’s just too convenient. 

[faye-savin]

Trail of the Black Star || faye & fane

[faye-savin]

fanesavin‌:

Fane had plenty of experience dealing with cartography, especially the mapping of terrains and documenting the most likely position of things. He’d spent several years in Dubai and Cairo working for the British during both World Wars doing exactly that. Documenting a land he’d been living in for several decades before that time and doing his best to utilise the information to aid in the co-ordination of attacks. Some of which had been a success and others, well, they needn’t be thought on too closely.

Almost all other projects had been put on hold for this one, because this ultimately took far more precedence than any of the other jobs and issues presently in his life. This was his wife’s safety and sanity on the line, and nothing would ever come before that. So he gave her the time she needed to process, leaning steady on the desk as Faye pressed herself into him. “I told you, I’d do anything… Find anything for you.” This had nothing to do with being brilliant or amazing, he’d done it for the sole fact that he loved her too much to ever see her suffer again.

“Well, you know,” his grin was a little more strained “it wouldn’t be fun if it was in Granny’s diner down the road now would it?” He looked back to the map, “I mean if I had to pick a place where weird and mythical flora grew that hasn’t yet been discovered I’d probably hedge my bets on the rainforest…”

A few years earlier, and Faye would’ve been so overwhelmed with guilt at Fane putting the rest of his work on hold for her, that she might’ve done something foolish. Like set off on her own to find the orchid. But she wasn’t that person anymore. And while she still felt guilty, mostly for not telling him sooner, Faye knew that she was priority to him, just as he was to her. Just as their family was to the both of them. 

She traced the red lines on the page, looking up as he spoke. She knew it was true, as they’d promised never to lie to one another. Faye’s recent omissions had toed the line of that promise, but she meant it when she told him it wouldn’t happen again. They were in this together, after all. As they’d been from the very start. “I know you would,” she told him quietly, letting her fingers brush his cheek. She wanted so very badly to kiss him then, to reaffirm what they both knew, to close the distance that lay between them. 

But he turned to the map, and Faye let her hand fall away with no small amount of reluctance. She forced a smile of her own. “Then I guess we should start packing, hm?” She’d already talked to her grandmother about Eowyn coming to stay for awhile. The little girl was thrilled, and so was Beulah, but the old witch had known something was wrong even over the phone. Faye had promised an explanation when they dropped Eowyn off. 

“I um... I’ve gotta find my passport... I think it’s... still in the suitcase from the honeymoon...”

[thatwhichbindsus]

In The After || Ciara and Faye

[faye-savin]

thatwhichbindsus‌:

[tx] Yes. I’ve done plenty of healing, these last few days. So have Miguel and Iann, thankfully. 

txt: I’m glad to hear it. For everyone. 

*a few minutes later*

txt: do you think it was really a god? or more like something that /thought/ it was a god?

txt: Iann said there was an idol left over? A golden dog. 

[faye-savin]

ianncardero‌:

It happened before, and Iann shook his head and rubbed his mouth, brow furrowing at the horror of that happening.  It was one thing to forget where you parked the car, or an ingredient in a potion - or even the potion itself.  But to forget the one man that she loved more than any other man? He almost asked if Faye ever forgot Eowyn, but he refrained.

Maybe because he didn’t want her to respond ‘who’s Eowyn’, or maybe because he didn’t want to put that distressing thought in her head.  Either way, better he not ask.

[TXT] whatever’s going on in your head is (hopefully) magic and not genetic/biological.  but of course it skates pretty damn close between science and magic.

[TXT] with that in mind the vampire would have to be extraordinarily skilled at compelling.  I mean a vampire who has had extensive experience with compelling.  It’s a skillset that is built through effort and centuries of practice, not any innate ‘talent’.  

[TXT] excepting if the vampire is somehow unique/special in some unique/special way of course.

[TXT] it’s why a lot of vampires don’t bother to compel very well or even at all.  practicing it takes time and work and ofc a somewhat greyer morality than your regular vamp

 [TXT] Tuah’s been trained at compelling, not that he likes doing it.

It had happened once, and Faye had found herself hiding in a public restroom because she didn’t remember how she’d gotten there or where she was. She’d found Fane’s name on her phone, and called him, logically assuming that he was someone important. It hadn’t been a good day. 

But she’d never forgotten her daughter. Not yet. 

txt: My gram is still sharp as a tack. And other than just being clinically insane, my mother never forgot anything. I don’t know about my daddy. Other than he offed himself. 

txt: right. I don’t think I’ve ever been compelled either. So even if the vampire is experienced, I don’t know if my magic would allow it. But honestly who the hell knows at this point. 

txt: Fane doesn’t like doing it. Mostly because he doesn’t care much for taking people’s choices away. 

txt: I couldn’t impose on Tuah like that. He’s got a lot going on already. 

[faye-savin]

bumblingbrujo‌:

Miguel had the electric kettle on and two mugs waiting on the counter, he also had candles, the journal, and just a bit of his own blood. It surprised him how very annoying it was to bleed yourself when you couldn’t heal immediately from the wound…. his hand hurt. The change in his powers was going to take some getting used to. 

When the knock came Miguel started to get up from his seat, but Molly gave a bark and ran off to open the door for him. What a good familiar. He was eternally grateful that he had her. 

Molly opened the front door, all doggy grins and tail wags as she saw and smelled her friend Faye. And then she rushed back to the kitchen, trying to show Faye where her dad was. 

It didn’t surprise Faye to be greeted by Molly. The little dog was nothing less than a lifeline for Miguel, far more than just a familiar. “Hey there, sweet girl.” Faye followed, shutting the door and heading towards the kitchen to find Miguel. 

“Hey you.” Faye gave him a warm smile, noting the things that were set out in preparation, as well as Miguel’s state. He looked better than he had the last time she’d seen him, in the clearing, but there was no mistaking he’d been through hell. But Faye didn’t want to chance making him feel worse by coddling him, even though she had a feeling he needed (and maybe even wanted) to be looked after. At least for a little while. That was something she had no qualms about. So after a gentle hug in greeting, and a kiss to Miguel’s crown, Faye set about making tea. Soon the sweet smell of herbs and honey drifted in the air, and Faye handed Miguel one of the steaming mugs when it was ready. 

She leaned against the counter, her own mug held loosely in both hands as she let the fumes drift towards her face. The journal drew her eye, as did Miguel’s injured hand. And for a moment, Faye felt a flash of renewed anger at the thing that had harmed him, and nearly killed one of her best friends while trying to harm several other people she cared for. But she pushed those feeling back down. Anger wouldn’t help here. This wasn’t about her or how she felt. It was about Miguel. 

Faye took a small sip of her tea. “A bit of blood on the first and last page should be enough to bind the journal to you. I think... I think each one is different though. As far as activating them.” Hers had required blood, and a lock of her hair sewn into the spine. Which she related to Miguel. 

“Does it speak to you at all? The journal?” Books of power, of magic, often had a lifeforce all their own, despite their seemingly innate existence. “If it does... trust that feeling. Trust yourself.” He was still a witch, after all. Nothing could ever change that. 

[faye-savin]

strangerein‌:

[TXT] ..now I want to plant peppers next to some tomatoes to find out how they’ll taste like.

[TXT] Yeah, it’s been a while. I got them few months after getting here. Which means I’ve been here for four years already. Weird.

[TXT] I’ll be here.

Rein heard the car arriving to the yard, he walked from the kitchen to the window above his piano and glanced out, just to check it really was Faye and not someone else. Of course he could tell just by the engine it was her, but it was better to take a look too.

He headed out of the apartment and pretty much on the same moment when Faye called his name, Rein opened the downstairs door and gave her and Eowyn a smile. “Hey”, he said and walked to them, offering to take some of the things from them so they wouldn’t have to carry all the things. “What’s up, princesa?” he asked from the little girl with a small smile on his lips.

txt: go for it 

txt: I know the feeling. It’s been five for me. Almost six. 

txt: see ya. 

Faye smiled at Rein as he came outside to greet them, and gestured that Rein should grab what he liked from the back. Her arms were full already. 

Eowyn came over as Rein addressed her directly. “Mama said you’re makin’ a... a plant house. So’s we brought babies!” she grinned, holding up her solitary tomato to show the nymph. Jac stuck his head out the window, tail wagging slowly as he watched the new person talk to Eowyn. He wanted out, but he was a Good Boy and wouldn’t bark. 

“Hey, you,” Faye said, giving Rein a one-armed hug.  “I hope this isn’t too many.” There were at least a dozen of each plant: tomatoes, peppers, and Faye had found a few assorted squash plants in the mix. 

[faye-savin]

ianncardero‌:

[TXT] seriously if you die of dysentery I will personally do the Oregon Trail in your honour.

[TXT] I wish I had 12 pairs of eyes. That aren’t in jars.

[TXT] It’s definitely a need.  Compulsion makes me nauseated to think about, after what that thing made me do for it.

[TXT] Jesus fucking christ Faye. holy shit. I’m really fucking terrified for you.  You forgot Fane, holy shit

Iann started to type that he was going to call her, but Faye’s next text had him delete it.  She was right - better to go write things down right now, before things got forgotten again.  It made Iann’s chest clench, at the idea of her forgetting one of the most important people in her life.  

“Jesus…” Iann said, beside himself with a fear for Faye, slipping away.

[TXT] you be safe too!!  write it all down. goddammit Faye. if there’s anything I can do.

txt: I’m touched. :P

txt: I’m not a fan of eyes in jars. But to each their own. 

txt: Okay. I figured you’d know the difference. 

*a few minutes later*

txt: It’s happened once before. But I lost time then. 

Faye pressed a hand to her eyes. Her head pounded, and she felt slightly dizzy. She wrote down everything she’d just forgotten, including the texts posts from Iann even though she would keep the conversation on her phone. Christ, she hated this. Hated not being in control of her own mind. 

But then something occurred to her. 

txt: I wrote it all down. And yes, there is something. Do you know if vampires can compel people to NOT do something? I’ll ask Fane too, but do you think he could compel me NOT to forget?? Is that power of suggestion stronger than whatever’s happening in  my head? 

[faye-savin]

ianncardero‌:

[TXT] it’s the Amazon, not the Oregon Trail! 8DDDD

[TXT] perfect.  I’ll be waiting.

[TXT] I’m pretty sure he processes in a way that I just don’t understand, which is fine.  I’m sure I process in a way that baffles him too.   But good, yeah.  The more people who keep an eye on him, the better.  I think Miguel needs attention, poor thing.

[TXT] no that I’m not gonna do.  I feel this need to keep it with me all the time.  I need to figure it out eventually.  I know it’s over but it doesn’t feel complete if that makes sense

[TXT] and before you say it, it’s not because I have any special magicky powers!!  it’s simple deduction, nothing more! 

[TXT] ayo dios mio are you twelve

[TXT] no you’re six.  you and Savin are both six and together you’re twelve. 8P

txt: is it though?

txt: good good. 

txt: We all process differently, yeah. And I think we should all keep our eyes on each other. 

txt: it totally makes sense. and need? or compulsion? they’re different of course. 

txt: okay. I believe you. 

txt: what?? No. I’m... 42? 

*several minutes later* 

txt: jesus

txt: I forgot him, didn’t I? Again. I had to scroll through my phone to look at pictures to jog the memory back up. 

txt: i need to go. I have to write some things down. be safe.  

[quotemadness]

When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.

Seán O’Casey (via quotemadness)

[faye-savin]

ianncardero‌:

[TXT] good for you man

[TXT] wow. take lots of photos when you go.  

[TXT] well if you think the trip will be worth it.  I don’t want this to be another Oracle,  just a throwaway diversion to the actual important trip that’s Brazil.

[TXT] good questions.  Miguel has no interest in thinking about any of it, he seems deadset on burying it all and moving on.  poor little bastard.  I don’t intend to harp him on it.  let him process in his own way.

[TXT] yes ma’am.  The fixating thing might be the hardest one jajaj. but on a completely different note (so I DON’T start to fixate lol)

[TXT] did you and Savin really bangity bang Tuah?

txt: yeah. 

txt: If I don’t get eaten by something or die of dysentery. 

txt: we’re not leaving for a week or so. I’ll let you know in a couple of days?

txt: I get that. But not processing at all could be worse. I won’t harp on him either. But i’m gonna keep an eye on him too. 

txt: put it away where you can’t see it. unless that makes it worse. 

*several minutes pass before someone starts typing* 

txt: Who’s Savin?