THE BLOOMING OF AUTUMN seethed itself upon scattered trees. scintillating flowers of springtime had rotted away to present crumpled & fallen leaves dotting grass ; seasonal warmth replaced with a chill. there is something else INTOXICATING THE AIR that is not a product of mother nature. conflict has arisen within & outside the coven. it is a shiver down her spine ; the shifting of eyes narrowed in distrust. she can feel the ( wickedness of her mother unfurling around her ) ; tendrils TAKING CHOKE HOLD of those girls attending the academy. she knows how to fight it. they do not. it is an art practiced & perfected over a multitude of years. being the daughter of the supreme was a burden like no other. HELL HATH NO FURY. this will not be a peaceful reunion for any party partaking.
CRIMSON STAINS & bruises now surround the clouded eyes of her twin sister. they are not identical. physically, ( they once were. ) they both bore the same hair with a golden shade ; the SPLITTING IMAGE of their mother when she was a girl. eventually she dyed hers a dark brunette partly due to the rebellious mannerisms of youth but mainly in an urge to begin breaking away from her family. the lifestyle of being a witch & selling your soul to the coven was not one desired. the idea of maintaining power was vast & almost frightening. too much power never ended well. she was the daughter of a woman who had become her powers & nothing else. deep down in her belly where A MEANNESS RESTS, where the darkness inside of everyone rests, she knows fully well that history would repeat itself if she let abilities consume her. GREED WOULD BECOME HER even if she did not hold supremacy.
that flighty darkness clawed at the core of her. she can feel the senseless of it. it was CONSUMING POISON & bile in her throat. it has always been there but coming back to new orleans gave it a reason to reemerge from the ASHES THAT NEVER WERE. the familiarity of the school was unnerving rather than comforting. limbs of steel carefully make their way to the bedroom that belongs to the headmistress, a rather sharp knock enacting from hands. lashes fetched the arch of her brow, nervousness seeping way onto sharp features.
❛ CORDELIA? it’s LANA. ❜ she hopes her tone holds familiarity & ( fond memories of better times. ) gaze rests on the cane jarring into the floorboards, now a necessity for movement. silence is the only response initially received ; CLAWING AT HER. there are no words but the lack thereof is echoing off the walls.
she remembers the crisp greens that shade into yellows && then melt warm siennas and crimson ------ a similar hue to the healing burns surrounding her complexion, she already knew ; cordelia knew what burns resulted in, that ugly shade of red, chemically or not. and normally, on a day like this, she’d be out on the porch, breathing in chilling air while pressed up against hank’s chest. the bastard. every act and ounce of intimacy between them had been for information only, and she had been too dumb to see that in front of her eyes when she could. it had taken one of hank’s allies to toss a cup of acid into her eyes for her to.
milky hues close briefly, one simple act to try and rid herself of those thoughts... unsurprisingly, it didn’t pull through. a lot of people in this coven didn’t pull through. especially her mother. from the moment cordelia could remember, summer days had been spent playing outdoors with her carbon copy, a breeze in their faces, while efforts to ignore their busy mother were made together. since her trip back from the hospital, cordelia hadn’t stepped foot out of the academy but the desire for a relief in memory was what fueled her to push her frame off the bed.
tentatively reaching outward in the direction it had been left, fingers come to surround the familiar knob of her walking cane. bringing it out in an arch once it was gripped, feeling for anything like she had been taught, steps were taken in the direction she knew her windows to be as it was claimed as clear. if the drapes weren’t drawn shut, a mental note was taken on how she could’ve felt the sun shining through. luckily for her, a few more steps inched her forward && cordelia slid the cane into a wall. smile already twisting onto the corners of her mouth, it was leaned carefully against smooth surface before she reached out to find that familiar cloth.
------ when you went blind, deaf, mute or suffered any ailment such as those, they said your other senses only heightened. && with it only having been a few sunrises since her incident, those predictions hadn’t shown their true colors yet ; especially when she let someone walk into her room undetected. nearly tearing the cloth between her fingers, cordelia looked over her shoulder with a guarded expression ------ she hadn’t been expecting visitors, much less her sister.
❛ what are you doing here? ❜ beside not needing to look back down to her fingers, it was much better than staring in lana’s direction ; a woman missing from her life for years now. tying the drapes in, thin fingers began to play with the lock to the windows while blonde brows set in concentration. with silence continuing to flood their shared space, eyes most certainly on her and her appearance, efforts were given away with a hand slamming into glass && a low, pleading murmur. ❛ lana... would you please open this for me? ❜
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