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I’m moving this blog to a multimuse for convenience sake. I understand that many people don’t like multi-muse, that is a personal preference that I fully understand.

That being said, if anyone still wants to play with Vic, they can find him right HERE!

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Tiny PSA

I’m moving this blog to a multimuse for convenience sake. I understand that many people don’t like multi-muse, that is a personal preference that I fully understand.

That being said, if anyone still wants to play with Vic, they can find him right HERE!

#ooc #psa

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Tiny PSA

I’m moving this blog to a multimuse for convenience sake. I understand that many people don’t like multi-muse, that is a personal preference that I fully understand.

That being said, if anyone still wants to play with Vic, they can find him right HERE!

#ooc #psa

Tiny PSA

I’m moving this blog to a multimuse for convenience sake. I understand that many people don’t like multi-muse, that is a personal preference that I fully understand.

That being said, if anyone still wants to play with Vic, they can find him right HERE!

#ooc #psa

true-augurey:

His question echoing in her skull and her eyes were torn, blurring, her gaze darting between the bird and the body. The body and the bird. Rowle and the bird. She…she….

Delphi wanted to choke. She had thought herself powerful and damned at once, having let her worst nightmare come to life, a cell at Azkaban. She had thought the worst had happened (so much worse, the memory), and somehow that of all things had emboldened her. There was nothing else to lose now. Nothing else to fear. She had killed her last god.

But she was going numb through her arms, her hands clenched to her throat like a child–she should have never, she should have never tried!

“She’s the bird. It’s her. It’s her!”

She raised her wand, the only thought to kill it–

The Killing Curse was out of her mouth and the green spell gliding towards the shape in the window.

He hadn’t called for her to stop.

The panic was building and he had half a mind to shout, except... His eyes skirted from the bird, to her, to the ominous jet of green. He’d seen enough the previous day to not have any questions about what that was supposed to be.

His lips mouthed at something, but he wasn’t certain what there was to say.

Vic’s adrenaline surged briefly, but his concentration was fixed on her. It was only for an instant. He was nearly overwhelmed by the tragedy of what unfolded before him.

Then he jerked, trying to catch the conclusion, but there was nothing. A black substance like char against the windowsill, but no bird. The only body was that of the old woman on the bed, and then his companion. Quite alive, he could hear her rapid breaths.

He felt she might come unhinged, but he wasn’t here to judge.

“It’s gone?”

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true-augurey:

Her hands clenched reflexively, at the question.

She felt younger as she walked down that hall, as she walked beside him.

“More that she deserved not to live,” she said. “Which seems like the same thing, doesn’t it?”

But it wasn’t, at the end. Now Rowle had been her god for years in this house and while Delphi had thought about ending her, she hadn’t thought herself capable of it.

“Not at all.”

It was rather like before, but she just knew that she couldn’t be free if–she hadn’t….she had thought she was under control and it happened in a whirlwind. She opened the door slowly and stepped into the room. There she lay, quietly, but there was a suffering in how she laid there.

It had to end, it had to–

Something moved in the room, however. Something on the windowsill and Delphi felt an impossible cold fear cloak her entire body.

For a moment Vic remembered.

He remembered being a child, trapped in the dark, full of fury and contempt. Tormented by that breath taking realization that life wasn’t fair, and hating it. Hating the nuns, and hating the parents who'd left him to this.

He remembered all this, and thought she had to be lying. For his sake, if anyone’s.

He sensed the shift, and his eyes narrowed in on the hulking shape immediately. In the darkness, his heart seized, and he nearly walked into her. Once again, his hands found her shoulders, this time to balance himself.

“All that about legends,” he said gruffly, eyes on the bird. “You sure about that?”

He could feel its stare, watching them as intensely as they watched it. Black beads in the darkness.

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true-augurey:

“That’s a legend. A lie. An augurey does not really cry before a death.”

And yet this one had, hadn’t it? This one had. She had set the bird free and had it returned, truly? Why did that panic her, of all things? She had to find it, then, if that was the case.

“Come with me. Let’s see her body again.”

What to say, in this silence, where he had nowhere to go? His memory could be taken, easily. So she decided to say, in the dark–

“She stole years from me, Vic Sage. Years. Do you know what that is like?”

As she said come with me the oddest impulse seized him. His eyes skirted her hand, almost neon against the darkness. It was hard to comprehend.

Curiosity urged him on, and inexplicably, something else. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Instead, he followed her, hanging just slightly at the back.

He knew very well. The words weighed on him. He wanted to share with her, but for years he’d held back, and he did so now.

“Must have been hell.”

Resentment, he knew that one. Wrath, oh yes.

“Did she deserve to die?”

It wasn’t a matter of morals, he wanted to know Delphi’s opinion.

#true-augurey

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true-augurey:

“What happens to many with a weak heart…”

But her voice was distracted, confused, unsettled. Yes, she had heard something else in the room. It was far more important than what she had done, far more frightful. If he wanted her to scream it at him, she would do so. There was nothing he could have done and there was nothing he could do. If he was to believe such a thing…

She reached out and her hands raked at his shoulder, clawing at the jacket.

“Did you hear the bird? That’s what I want to know. Forget the old woman.”

“Or a weak morality...”

Some people believed in Karma. Vic believed in the good old fashioned romp and stomp.

He tensed at the feeling, her nails on him, but he stood. His feet were rooted to the floor boards, and he bowed his head to look at her. Instinctively, his hands jumped to catch her, one at either shoulder.

“It stole away my dreams,” he assured. Her madness was contagious, and the uneasy feeling that had lingered in him crawled along his throat. “It knows, doesn’t it?”

A call for death. Something about that resonated. Vic felt a nausea.

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Solve mysteries

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true-augurey:

She was looking at her hands, the echoes of the curse still in her throat. Not the swift death, no. It hadn’t been planned, decided, the death of Euphemia Rowle. She was shaking, waiting for …what? The end of her own world? Rowle had always been there, always. But this time, after Azkban, coming back here was different.

The woman had not bowed, and that sight had shattered something deep inside of her. Her mind, fixed on that burning image. Rowle had not yielded–and she was looking at her hands, waiting for something underneath her skin to show itself.

Delphi heard footsteps down the hall and she remembered him.

Ah.

As she stood, she stiffened, listening in the darkness. She opened the door and asked him simply:

“Did you hear it?”

“I heard something.”

A scratching at his window. He’d barely fallen asleep when he shot up in his bed. Concerned, but not entirely sure why, his face blank, though he was fairly certain that he’d fallen asleep with the mask in his pocket.

Her door had coaxed him forward. He followed like a sleepwalker, arms by his side.

Vic stared at her, wondering if he should scold her, and if he did, would that make him a hypocrite? What would happen if he didn’t? Would that make him an accomplice? Would that bother him so much?

“What happened to her?”

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@true-augurey random(ish).

There was a lot wrong with this picture. The old woman’s skin was already cold, there was no pulse beneath his finger tips. Possibly natural causes, but probably not. The floorboards creaked under his weight, and he bowed out towards the hall in search of his guide, lips pursed, silent. He wouldn’t call out for her.

#true-augurey #idk man aha #also he's wearing his mask #because this is not reality #*waves noodle arms*