i'm gonna raise hell

frances delcour. 25. angel hybrid. social, political activist. convict.

[avcnging-archived-blog]

        Aydara was completely overwhelmed as she took in the scene. Whatever duchess     demeanour she was usually predisposed to possessing had all but burned to ashes     once she lost control of her powers. Yet she seemed to not be the only one facing     these issues – that much was certain – especially given Frankie’s psychotic behaviour. 

        The singing, the watery eyes, the freshly deceased corpse, the scarlet blood –     it was all too much for the witch to handle. She felt her body growing hot, overheating     and overwhelmed, an audible sizzling noise being emitted from her fingertips. 

        No. Not now.

        A gust of wind caused her fingers to crackle, pop, glowing faintly with an ember aura.     Aydara recognized the symptoms, realized the horror which was about to unravel.     Suddenly consumed with adrenaline, The Dutchess pushed Frances out of the impending     line of fire, gaping as her friend’s shoulder welted, boiled, seared with a handprint shaped     third degree burn. “Frankie…” She whispered, the stress of her actions acting as both a     catalyst and tipping point for her spontaneous combustion. 

        Instantaneously, her hands expelled a scorching hot ray of blazing inferno, enveloping     the already martyred body in an incandescent ring of fire. In just seconds, the corpse     was non-existent, devoured by the deadly pyre, ashes dancing in the gentle,     forest breeze. 

        It ended as quickly as it had begun. Aydara, now void of all adrenaline, collapsed     to the ground with exhaustion, body wracked with shivers as she fought back tears.     That could have been Frankie… She thought to herself. The realization left her cold,     body becoming numb as she crawled her way over to Frances. “I…” She paused,     searching for the right words, stomach lurching as she realized there were none.                                     “Evidently, I understand your predicament.”

[frances-delcour]

A scream escaped her ravaged throat — a wild shriek in pain as her skin bubbled, blisters forming immediately, flesh hissing from the touch. She was not prepared for that, and panic overtook her body and her whole mind as wide, climbing out of their space eyes watched the corpse being turned to ashes. It could have been her. If Aydara hadn’t pushed her, Frankie would be dead, screeching in pain as flames destroyed her existence. It was scary— beyond terrifying— and she couldn’t move. Her legs won’t listen, her arms were frozen and one of them, her shoulder..God, the pain. She could only whimper, heat reaching her bones, teeth clenching as her back felt the cold grass and stones underneath. Frances tried to focus on anything else, but never had she expected to be injured like this, with her muscles pulsing out of agony. It traveled, up and down her arm and towards her neck and her temples, and her whole body tensed. It wasn’t good. She wasn’t healing. The moon took away everything, this damned night took away everything and anything she could use right now. 

But she opened her bloodshot eyes once again to look at the a—..Well. She couldn’t call her an attacker. It wasn’t intentional, Frankie understood that very well. She trusted her. Didn’t know why or how, but she did, and she didn’t believe the blue blooded blonde would hurt her on purpose. So she cracked a smile; a painful one, yes, her lips were trembling slightly and she was still laying on the ground with no future plans of moving any time soon, but she wasn’t afraid. If not for the push, she’d be dead. “It’s okay,” a gentle whisper left her sweat-ridden lips, light reflecting off of her wet forehead. “I’ll heal. It’s going to be okay.” At this point she just wanted to make sure Aydara didn’t feel the unnecessary guilt or fear. Frances believed in her, and she believed that faith was merciful, and as long as her newly made friend was fine, she was going to be too. “This is going to pass. We are going to be okay, yeah? This is temporary. ..I still can’t believe this isn’t a dream,” she added with a weak chuckle, her breathing becoming regular again, but slowly. 

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        Aydara was on a rampage, and she was terrifying herself. Her pyromancy –     what could be said of it now? She had already amassed a kill count. Six.      Almost seven, if the man hadn’t managed to escape.     And the witch was relieved that he did. 

        She wasn’t trying to kill people; au contraire, she had all but lost complete control     of her magic, and it was frightening. Her fire – what had become of it? It was spewing     from her like a volcanic eruption, claiming lives, causing Aydara to be forever tormented     by the stench of burning flesh. She had escaped into forest, searching for sanction, hoping     to not encounter another living being, to claim another life. That’s when she saw her.      “Frankie –” The Dutchess gasped, mind spinning from the shock of the scene. She took     a cautionary step forward, extending to her friend a dainty hand, which, for the first time     in hours, had cooled down to a normal temperature. She struggled to retain her collected     demeanour, managing to square her shoulders, smiling half-heartedly.                               “Frankie, Darling. What on Earth has become of you?”

[frances-delcour]

It was hell she was inside of — the very stomach of it, with acidic guilt taking her apart slowly. And the feeling even got worse with Aydara’s eyes setting on her, and her lips parting for speech.. The young woman posed a question, but all Frances could do was stare back, with the thick liquid drying on her fingers. She felt it, smelled it, could almost taste it with the tip of her tongue: sticky, going cold quick, metallic stench filling her space. She never wanted to be a killer, it was so far from her nature. All Frankie ever wanted to do was to protect, to riot till her knuckles bled and and her voice cracked for the rights of others, but how could she still continue with a pure heart when those others now were killed by her own hands?!

“I—” but she stopped, and her blues fell to look at the body in her hands once again. Instead of getting any kind of answer for the familiar face she found herself reciting Notre Père so fast her tongue became numb and she stopped when she bit it. 

A crazy person. She must have looked insane, out of her mind — gone mad completely. But she tried, the lionhearted révolté pulled herself together for the tears to be gone from her eyes, not quick enough to reach her cheeks, and cleared her throat unable to make a direct eye contact. “I am so sorry,” she managed to mutter. For what she was apologizing to her, though, she could not say. “I could not stop. I couldn’t stop. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how it happened. It’s almost like.. It’s calling out to me. I can hear it screaming for my presence.”

[bxsivm]

     “There are a couple…”

       “Depending on what you want to eat. Burgers?” 

[frances-delcour]

“Burgers? Yeah, burgers are great! Is the place nearby?”

[frances-delcour]

@aydara-abecassis

Cyric alone was a quite scary place to be in, but the woods— oh god— the darkness they had sent adrenaline through Frances’ veins. She only knew that one thing led to another...and there she was: on her knees, a life of a young girl escaping her fingers. It was bad, she knew it was very bad. But even so, the hybrid could not deny that it brought her pleasure, bitter as it was. Just then, with crimson painting her thighs and her palms, she heard something moving. Eyes jumping up to greet the creature her voice got stuck in her throat; oh no.

[avcnging-archived-blog]

       Aydara had been raised – trained – to accept compliments with class. To be courteous.     To never doubt her function in society. She was wealthy, intelligent, and powerful, that     much was certain, but she was both modest and humble, nonetheless. Which is perhaps     the explanation as to why the witch found herself blushing at Frances’ compliment.     “I believe what I have done falls quite short of ‘amazing,’” she dismissed the praise,     opting instead to shake the girl’s hand. “You seem to be inclined towards the name     Frankie. Thus, I feel as though it is my obligation to honour your preference. In which case,     Frankie, would you be so kind as to accompany me back to my apartment? I have arrived     but yesterday, and am unfamiliar with the layout of the island as of yet.” In truth, her     photographic memory had already formed a map of Edden, albeit not one defined    enough to lead her back home. There were far too many gaps, especially seeing as    though she had ventured out after dusk last night, and had yet to return to the Abecassis    abode. Either way, Aydara required a certain level of assistance, at least at the moment,    and Frances seemed to be congenial enough. She retrieved a paper with her address    on it, offering it to the other blonde.                             “Would you happen to know the location of this edifice?”

[frances-delcour]

Frances was picking up every word, every syllable falling from the lips of her new acquaintance, it making her smile more. She didn’t know what exactly triggered such a rush, but the hybrid felt ripples of pleasant tingles go down her back, and up through the roots of her hair.. And her hand was warm too. Aydara felt familiar in the same way a friend from the past life would, or someone lost a long, long time ago. Either way, not wanting to come off as creepy or too eccentric, she pushed those thoughts away only just to find herself staring (observing?) for a little longer than it was appropriate. 

“Your apartment?” Repeated she, eyes popping out in slight confusion, but she took the fragile paper nonetheless, smooth texture under her thumb. “I think so, yeah.” Her blues still wide she offered a sincere grin across her face, much like a child’s, and bit her lower lip, white pressing into the dark pink. “I can try to find it, I’ve been around enough. Shall we? Do you know there’s this fantastic bakery not too far away from your place? You have to taste their croissants. The best ones I’ve eaten since I was back at home.” She was talking and talking, and her tongue was spinning with accent getting slightly thicker as her guarding walls fell down in front of this woman, and with her rambling.. Well, she didn’t even notice when she started walking.

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        Aydara cracked an amused grin at the girl’s obvious reservations. Would the      Dutchess kill? She contended against the urge – a length to which she would reach      solely for defensive purposes. (Or if someone caused harm to her brother) But,      torture? That was cruel, even for her. Albeit now didn’t seem like the appropriate      time to explain that to her accomplice.

        After the two drove the man away, Aydara straightened up in her seat, inserted     her lighter back within her pocket, and offered the other blonde a gracious smile.      “You are most welcome, Darling,” the duchess responded, extending a hand     for the woman to take. “My name is Aydara Abecassis. A pleasure to make     your acquaintance.”

[frances-delcour]

There was something about the way the woman spoke that caught Frankie’s attention.. Perhaps it was the ‘darling’ or just the words she picked in general; she did form sentences like an old soul.. Or a royal. Yes, that could have been the case too. Either way, she was left to stare for a bit longer than it was appropriate, but forcing self to snap out of it once the other spoke she nodded a few times eagerly. “No, really, that was amazing,” a compliment slipped through her lips with enthusiasm she neither managed, nor tried to hide. “Name’s Frankie,” shoving her hand forwards she spoke, a smile breaking her lips, “Frances. Frankie. You know. Use whichever.” 

[avcnging-archived-blog]

     “Darling, I’ve played cards with the most famous poker players in the world. I’ve also competed against some of the greatest frauds in the world, and there is nothing I loathe more.” She flicked open the lighter which she retrieved from her pocket, snapping her fingers, watching as the cards caught fire and burned to ash in the man’s hand. Ayden propped her elbows up on the table nonchalantly. “I can do that with flesh,” she warned, glancing sideways at the woman and shooting her a faint smirk. “Now, give her back the money, little boy.”

[frances-delcour]

Frankie watched in awe, and in silent admiration, as the thick paper flamed up and in seconds it was gone — from colorful drawings on white it turned into a trivial grey. “With flesh,” repeated she after the other blonde, nodding with obvious uncertainty both in her movements and her eyes. After the man threw the money onto the table, the hybrid gently took it and shoved it into her pocket, turning fully to the girl, who revealed herself to be a witch, or so she thought. “I suppose I owe you a thank you.. So thank you.”

[bxsivm]

      “Well, if you insist, I won’t stop you.”

     Iliya took the offered hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you, Frankie. You new to town?”

[frances-delcour]

“Yeah, you could say that,” she gave a quick shrug, biting her tongue, “Haven’t had the time to look around yet. You know any good food places?”

[bxsivm]

     Robbed of her show, but still reaping a benefit, Iliya grinned bright and dazzling. “I’ll never say no to gifts or food.” It was a weakness of hers, she knew it, probably every hunter in the vicinity knew it. “I think I’m in love.”

      She took the watch and put it on, marveling at it. “I’m Iliya.”

[frances-delcour]

“In love?! Whoa, at least lemme first buy you a dinner or something,” she only got giddier with her words, and stopped on a heel to rather theatrically and with a shining grin hold out a hand for the other to press. “Frances.. Frankie. Yeah. Frankie works.”

[bxsivm]

      Iliya’s ears perked up at the sound of what seemed to be the beginning of a fight. A wolfish grin curled her mouth and she watched on, hoping it would be a good one. “That’s some shade, sir…” Iliya goaded, stoking the fire in the hopes that it would lead to a decent show.

[frances-delcour]

Frankie breathed in and breathed out, and she even counted to ten. With her hands on her hips she looked around, eyes stopping on the young woman watching this whole play. She smiled back, nodded once, and turned to the con man, nodded twice, cracked her vertebrae to sides.. “So be it.” But instead of landing a hit all Frances did was, well, knocked over the table and got his watch, ripped the money out of his sleeves— more than she needed, but hey— and silently cursing began to walk towards the amused lady nearby. “Hey! You want a watch? It’s a pretty damn good watch right here, take it, be happy. You hungry? Dinner’s on me, c’mon, let’s go.”

[lucymeadowes]

Luce laughed, leaning back in her seat with a playful grin as she watched the woman interact with the con artist. She was right, he had cheated,  “I admire the fighting spirit,” Lucy chirped in, turning her gaze to the con artist, “Because that’s what it is. A fighting spirit and I’ve got one too – sooo, if you don’t roll up your sleeves in the next thirty seconds I’ve got a good feeling she’s going to deck you and if she doesn’t, I will.” 

[frances-delcour]

“Thank you,” she nodded turning immediately to the source of the voice, “Exactly, I am going to deck—” Frances briefly glanced back at the woman with question in her eyes, looking for approval, and then back at the man again, “—you. Lemme tell you somethin’, mister, there’s one thing they teach you well in jail,” threw she with a finger pointing at him, “And it’s not cupcake decoration. It’s kickin’ ass.”

[frances-delcour]

“No, no, no — are you nuts? I saw you switch cards, connard, you—”

She turned to the person near her, seeking their attention, then back at the magician or whatever they were. “ It’s a cheat. I know one when I see one. Give me my twenty bucks back and nobody leaves with a black eye, yeah?”

[frances-delcour]

@ruff-ryder-rayner

“You came! Thought you would.”

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[catvalentines]

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[frances-delcour]

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