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Josiah, 419. Witch. ✈️ Father.

[josiahtudur]

oneknightofhell‌:

She was like a bird flaunting her feathers at his compliment. “I do look like royalty, don’t I?” Abaddon giggled. She loved the way he looked cornered by her. It gave her much satisfaction. Maybe she could keep him cornered.

She cackled. “Me? Not interested in a story of yours? You must not really know me after all.” She crossed her arms over her chest and heaved a dramatic sigh. “It’ll really just spare us both the trouble if you just tell me, my dear.”

“Trust me. If I would, I could. I’m stuck here same as you, unfortunately. I had big plans, ya know. Not here. But I did.” Abaddon had plans to take over hell and now she couldn’t even get underground to gather her minions. She was going to have to come up with a different plan but she was still working out just what that was.

Any inch lost was a mile gained by the other. He knew this, he was all too familiar with this, but still, he’d hesitated. She’d recouped. There really was no conceivable way to pull one over her head -- to distract her with the next flashy thing and move along. Or, at least, there wasn’t, unless he could slip in a half-truth.

“My... woman was trapped here. I heeded no warnings, came after her.” It was as succinct as he could make it -- any future reply to an inquest of hers could relate to either of the women he’d come to find. And protect. “So now, here we both are. All of us -- in spite of what me wight prefer to be doing with our time.”

“Et tu?” Just what was this dome they’d been all placed under? “How did you... wind up in this place if it wasn’t were you meant to be?” he queried, undisguised curiosity in his expression. Not that he would be the type of person to go along with Abaddon’s plans -- he’d just prefer to be on the look out if said plans involved children of any sort.

[josiahtudur]

CLOSED º OPHELIA

[josiahtudur]

ofbelcourt‌:

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒, fingertips gliding over his cheek. “i know you would have, but there is no NEED. i promise.” sadness washed over her features and her eyes dropped while she shook her head. “there are no answers, only rumors. people say that the greek gods had something to do with it. each time someone tried to bring it down it backfired.” no matter how powerful those beings were. “it traps anything and anyone that is not mundane. san francisco is a very dangerous place right now.” that was the only reason why ophelia hated the fact that him and her daughter were stuck with her now. as much as she longed for their presence, their SAFETY mattered even more to her.

“a word with him? with stéphane?” she repeated, mild confusion lacing her voice, although she barely processed the words —— the female was too busy leaning in to his touch. a light hum fell from her lips and she nodded her head this time. YES, they were here now and maybe, just maybe, they would manage to stay together this time. josiah’s questions made her laugh and she leaned her head against his, sighing. “do you even have to ask? you know me.” she echoed his words.

“My need is solely to make up to you,” was all of his insistence, the restrain he exercised in not kissing the tips of those fingers that were caressing him. The touch that felt like home. Greek gods? Judging by what little he had seen around -- those might just be the least of their problems. Josiah grimaced at the mere thought, of the harm that he could bring upon those he loved, like an albatross was wont to do, according to some points of view on the matter. “I will not let anything happen to you,” he promised, then, his gaze firm on her face, looking searchingly into her own eyes. “Not on my watch. Not by any of my doing -- not this time.”

Ah, but the sound of her laughter. Had he been lost in Hades itself, had Ophelia’s voice been calling out to him, not even Cerberus would’ve been able to keep him away. There was very little else he could do but chuckle in return, the hand that had been in her hair moving swiftly towards the back of her head, holding her closer to him. So close that he could do nothing else, could see nothing else, and was finally free to kiss both sides of her face, of her forehead and chin, and, only then, capture her mouth in his with all the fervor that had been carrying his steps so far. 

[nathanwuornos]

that time conde was just really pretty angry in the snow

[humanartemis]

ever since her hangover was over, artemis was just in bliss. she knew getting married drunk and not really remembering the event wasn’t the best thing, but it was liz, and liz made her so happy. artemis kept twisting the ring around her finger. something she definitely wasn’t used to, but she couldn’t get over it. 

she was such in thought, that she didn’t realize someone was talking to her. “oh.” she laughed softly. “sorry, can you repeat that?” 

[josiahtudur]

The knowledge that his women were unharmed had been relieving -- for at least all of a moment’s thought. They weren’t truly safe from harm, would he even be able to keep it so? Would he only bring forth more danger into their precious lives? “Fel rhech mewn pot jam,” he grumbled out, unaware of the other person nearby until they spoke up.

Eyes widening, he trained his expression back into the smile of someone caught by surprise, as innocent as his eyes could get. “You wouldn’t want to hear it again. Not with your... sparkly mood.” The smile again, no emotion behind it, none that could compare to what the other was irradiating.

[josiahtudur]

CLOSED º OPHELIA

[josiahtudur]

ofbelcourt‌:

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒. that was something ophelia WANTED to believe as well and not just because they were engaged to be married, or because of their child. there was so much that they went through and even if it scared her to admit it sometimes, no one knew her as well as he did. the witch let out a sigh when she heard the DESPERATION in his voice and she allowed her hand to wander, slowly placing it on his cheek to give it the lightest caress. “there is no need for you to repent.” she shook her head, amber eyes resting on his features. “it saddens me that you believed i would leave you and léonie without a word, but you are not to blame. the BARRIER is.” that was the only thing that pulled her away from them after all. 

“i did not understand why it was my brother that took our daughter to san francisco, instead of you, but…” the raven haired female needed to be rational, for everybody’s sake. “you are here now. that is all that MATTERS.” the last few weeks and months could not be undone, no matter how much they regretted their actions. all they could do was move on, no?

The sigh - the breath that he’d halted unknowingly - came rushing out of him as though Josiah had been choking on it. On the uncertainty of whether Ophelia could accept him for his failures... again. “I was not looking forward to centuries of repent, but I would’ve endured them for us,” he whispered, voice overcome with the emotion he’d choose to linger on. “This barrier -- I curse its existence, how it almost cost me you. Why is it here? Why now? I’ve seen the most extraordinary assemblance of beings -- yet no one could pinpoint the reasons?” Disbelief tinted his face, his lips pressed thinly as he lost his mind to the recollections of his scarce findings.

One hand released her, reached out, fingertips stretching to touch on the silk of her hair. The briefest of touches, yet enough to sate a part of him. “I should enjoy a word with him,” he acknowledged, more to himself than for his love to hear. “We are here. All of us. And I would not let myself be parted from your side willingly again.” A thing or two that he ought to discuss with her -- about his past, about certain aspects of him that he’d be forced to revisit given the faces he’d seen about town -- but none that surely couldn’t wait until they’d had a few moments to themselves. “Ophelia, my love, may I kiss you? May I step inside your house so that I may be reassured that you’re unharmed?”

[josiahtudur]

ofkitsvnes‌:

Harper give a chuckle at that statement. He didn’t believe that for a moment. All non-kitsune are liars. Always have been always will.”How sentimental.But you must have something of material value, no?” Harper cooed. He clicked his tongue. “Who said I couldn’t be the chosen few?” Harper laughed once more. “I’m a coroner-this is just a costume,” Harper said with a smirk. He twirled around the other. “I am very convincing, no?” 

“Nothing quite so precious as this person,” he rephrased, suddenly feeling the urge to take two steps away from the mysterious creature. This seemed akin to traipsing around any other tourist trap, showing off a quite loaded wallet. Easy traps, easy marks. “I am not one to judge another person’s fashion, unless they are personally offensive. You do not look like the typical coroner, which might have been your intention all along.” Growing visibly more distressed by this being -- whatever they could be, seeing how he’d taken them for something more normal upon first glance, if from a different century. Was he suddenly glad he’d left his newest Faberge egg locked away in his vault? Plainly put, yes.

[josiahtudur]

oneknightofhell‌:

“Well, of course not but don’t I look good?” Abaddon, not oblivious to how uncomfortable she was making the witch, flashed her own teeth at him. 

“Your life can’t have been too exciting without me around!” She admonished him, another smack to the shoulder. “Now, out with it, my dear. What’re you doing in this lovely city?” She was drying to know what had brought him here to be trapped along with her. He hadn’t been the one for attachments when she’d known him, so long ago, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t formed any since he’d so abruptly disappear. Since she’d let him disappear from her. 

Like any predator when faced with a much larger one, Josiah felt himself shift, and almost literally shrink in his place. Why now? Why here? Did she have something to do with all of this? “You’ll always look like the Queen,” he admitted, begrudgingly, letting the other infer from that what they would. The highest form of flattery, most like.

Shoulder giving slightly, for he’d almost forgotten to stand his ground, face twisting into another grimace at the thought of revealing more than he’d want to. Something he might’ve been less prone to do had he not given in his walls for the last few years -- not since Ophelia and Léonie. “Circumstances. Coincidences. Not the kind of story you would be interested in. How come you haven’t yet broken out of this trap? Is this your home now?” he questioned, both eyebrows rising at once.

[josiahtudur]

ofsilverwings‌:

“You’d probably be right.” He got too excited, all too fast, Aster knew this of himself. Still, it was never something he fought. No, it was something he embraced. Whats the point of life if not to get excited over simple things? “The proper name,” He chuckled. “I’ve seen it around but I never saw it as more then green, now I know there’s so many types of green.” He laughed. “It’s kind of extraordinary.” 

Could there really happen to be such a person? One so untouched by the many beauties of far more material things? Josiah didn’t think he’d ever had anything in common with the boy, not with this wonderment of most things. “I have heard women have a far more keen eye to distinguish in between shades that look like one and the same to me.” Just a passing observation. “My name is Josiah, kid. Have you been grown locally here?”

[josiahtudur]

CLOSED º OPHELIA

[josiahtudur]

ofbelcourt‌:

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 —— and maybe they were, but right in this moment her mind kept SPINNING so fast, it almost made her feel nauseous. her eyes flickered back to his face when he placed his hands on her shoulders and the witch reached out to bring her hands to his chest, so slowly and carefully it seemed like she was frightened that he was just going to disappear.

it was strange how familiar fear became in this city. it was nothing new for her to be melancholic, but she used to feel so SAFE around her coven, around him. the months that she spent trapped here FORCED her to accept the truth: nothing was as certain as she used to believe. so were they really his life, or just a logical consequence of their power and their coven’s expectations? was he here for them, or because it was convenient? 

ophelia closed her eyes for a moment, not wanting to think about it, and she was surprised to see the shame on his features after she opened them once again. “you did not read them.” the words left a bitter taste on her tongue, but she needed to taste them to understand. to wrap her mind around this. “if you were not at the chateau, where were you?” the witch paused for a moment, allowing silence to wash over them before she parted her lips to speak again. “i WANT to believe you. trust me, i do.” but there was that fear again and lord, she wished she knew how to shake it.

Eyes closing at the slightest of feelings -- at his life touching him back, reaching for him in return -- his cariad aur needing him in some shape of the word, something akin to what his entire soul called out for with every moment he’d been apart. Most of the suffering that he had, of course, brought upon himself for reasons he couldn’t quite fathom yet -- that he wouldn’t be able to, not for some time.

Would there be any sort of explanation? Any reason to both his doubt for her absence, any possible clarification beyond his own feet-dragging towards following behind her? Surely, his hunt for one more item to add to his collection couldn’t compare, couldn’t even hold a breath towards the feelings Ophelia had awakened within his soul. What Léonie’s birth had done to rejuvenate his spirits.

“You know me,” he insisted, with all the desperation a man so painfully in-love could call upon. Fighting against the still-there urge to pull her close, to nearly crush her delicate, yet strong body against his until he’d all but soaked in all of her scent again. “I was talking to a person about buying an item.” An item that had cost its pretty penny, and one that could’ve just as easily cost him his (future) wife. The life they’d been building together. “Merely a toy, a dalliance. Nothing that could excuse my actions, for which I’ll repent for another century if you’ll have me do so.”

[josiahtudur]

ofkitsvnes‌:

“How adorable-and what is this precious item?” Harper mused. He always loved to carry precious items- it was the fox in him that desired it. The anger was almost amusing. As if the kitsune hasn’t seen worse.If someone wanted to play that game with Yunxie then he’ll deliver a whole tournament.  “I’m simply here to change my status in life.To be higher than my current situation” He smirked. “Isn’t that the American Dream?” Harper was going to be coy about his intentions. Of course, he was.

“--Not anyone’s treasure but my own.” And Ophelia’s, without a doubt. Their daughter was of course the most precious gift he’d been given -- as well as the girl’s mother happened to be. If she would still care to see him, of course. “Some precious items cannot be quantified - nor possibly explained.” His tone dropping nearly a full octave as he thought of his two girls -- the one, so strong, and the other, so vibrant and promising. “That was what it was advertised as, of course. Not to be the American Dream for everyone, but for a precious few.” His stance relaxed very briefly, an attempt to show the other he was not a threat at present. “I simply can’t imagine attending fan-led conventions pays so well, but I could be mistaken.”

[josiahtudur]

hellunlcashed‌:

“I can’t work it out,” She’d met an unimaginable amount of people in the past 500 years before her death, eventually people were about to look familiar when she’d never even met them before. “Who are you?”

“My name is Josiah. Would that be enough of an answer?” One eyebrow quirked up, staring quizzically and un-apologetically. He made no other move to explain himself to someone he had no recollection of ever meeting, someone he owed nothing he could possibly think of. “Who would you happen to be?” he countered, in turn.

[josiahtudur]

ofsilverwings‌:

“A palette?” Once more, excitement. He’d never heard of a palette before— were they those french things? The little things with paints on them, maybe. No no, he had read the word somewhere else. Makeup signs maybe? “A catalog of colors.” He repeated the words with amusement to their sound. “You’re probably right.” Aster chuckled. 

“Most human eyes can’t distinguish among the most extensive of palettes. Something tells me you might get a kick out of them.” This kid - and for once, he was sure this one actually was as young as they seemed - was a puzzle, an entertaining one at that. The innocence that oozed out of their every pore was something he’d like to collect, share with his own daughter if it could be arranged. “How come you had never discovered emerald green before? Or had you just not learned its ‘proper’ name yet?” he inquired, one eyebrow arched up.

[heartofcare-brokenlink]

@josiahtudur

“Have we met before?” Katherine studied the man, eyes roaming from his toes to his eyes before narrowing her own. “You look familiar.”

[josiahtudur]

“I have heard this a lot. But I do have the great skill of forgetting faces very easily.” Josiah’s voice was chipper, dark eyes briefly doing the same scanning of the woman than she had been doing to himself. “I did not grow up anywhere near this city if your implication goes in that direction, love.”

[josiahtudur]

ofsalcmblood‌:

Abigail just looked at the man with a confused look on her face, “But if you haven’t been dead, how are you still alive? You are a witch, aren’t you?” Had she been completely misreading the energies coming off of him, or was there a more interesting story behind the mysterious guy sat beside her. 

“Your energies aren’t misleading you yet. I am a witch. A witch with a pursued interest in longevity - rather than anything else that might seem more glorious to your youth.” Which was the easier way of putting things to one who was still a stranger, for the most part. “How many other witches do you know around these parts? I am willing to hazard a guess that there are plenty to be found in every corner.” Whether she’d dish in any of her information or not  -- that would judge whether this interaction was a complete failure.

[josiahtudur]

ofkitsvnes‌:

Harper hummed to himself. Might as well go with this narrative. He faked the smile. “Then I am a fictional character like in the tales.” He smirked. “I am a prince from another land.” He looked at the other. “And what is your role?” 

“My role? In case we are still talking fictionalized, you might like to call me Iñigo. I am on the search of something precious that has been taken from me.” A smile of his own that was all teeth, no joy involved, the slightest flash of anger behind his eyes. “Why is someone like you in a city like this? It can’t be coincidental.” Was he going to be wary and distrustful of every stranger he met? Yes, yes he was.

[josiahtudur]

CLOSED º OPHELIA

[josiahtudur]

ofbelcourt‌:

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁, even when he pressed his lips against her head, allowing her to feel the WARMTH of his body. how long did she wait for this to happen? to see his face again, along with their daughter’s? too long. so long, she had almost given up on all hope —— until her brother showed up in san francisco. 

it was undeniable that josiah MEANT those words, ophelia could hear it in his voice, but confusion washed over her features when he told her that he would not leave either one of them. “but you did, didn’t you?” it was stéphane that took léonie to san francisco, not him.

tears welled up in her eyes and she could not conceal the DISBELIEF that filled her voice. “leave you? you thought that i left you and our daughter? without a word?” it hurt to hear it and she averted her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. “i never would have done that. i sent you letters as soon as i realized where i was. i waited for months to hear from you.” and at some point she didn’t know what to think anymore. especially when their child arrived without him.

“Ophelia, I--” he started again, only to cut himself off when it became apparent that too much time had passed, too many thoughts had crossed either minds to be so easily solved. “You and Léonie - you are my life.” Hands gentle as he could steady them to be, reaching out to touch her slender shoulders. It was as if he needed the contact, the reassurance that this was his Ophelia, his blood, his heart. 

She couldn’t, wouldn’t, be faulted for thinking herself abandoned  -- not when his thoughts had taken the darkest of turns towards the same place. Irrational as it was, of course, perhaps some of this city’s magic had led to both of them thinking the other as so disloyal. Perhaps. While this possibility merited some studying, there were much more important matters at hand.

Josiah looked away, shame covering his usual stoic features, and took some deliberate time before answering, his voice low. “I didn’t... read your letters until after Léonie was taken,” he admitted, finally, regret showing in his every movement. “I didn’t - spend all of the time in my chateau. They weren’t delivered to my hands, they just... I would have come in a heartbeat with our daughter, you ought to know that. Much like I am doing now -- you have to believe that.”

[booyareign]