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lia villace | twenty-five head witch | historian & waitress night terror

[liavillace]

noahxromero​:

noah wasn’t sure how to feel. the day in its entirety had already felt more solemn than most in recent memory. the unspoken mourning in town continued more fiercely today. with the vault closed, noah had an hour or two to wander aimlessly around town before the wake. he found lia half-sprawled over one of the best tables pages had to offer. his hand reached out for a moment to brush his knucles along the nape of her neck. it was a familiar gesture for him, but certainly not in relation to lia. noah caught the motion, redirecting his energies into attempting to decipher whatever notes lay underneath her. maybe they were in greek– he couldn’t tell from his angle. “y’know it doesn’t count as working if you’re asleep, right?” he pointed out. as he settled into the chair opposite hers, noah found a bare patch of table and lowered a coffee cup into it as a piece offering.​

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with the funeral, work, and the overall heavy atmosphere weighing on the town today, lia could feel her vibes were all out of whack. time management wasn’t her strong suit, so when she found she could carve out a bit of time to pump some work out, she really didn’t consider the fact that she was utterly drained and dead tired. lia wasn’t, by any means, a light sleeper, but jolt from her neck had her sitting straight up, a paper stuck to her cheek before it peeled off on its own.

“oh! noah!” lia wouldn’t have been nearly as flustered about the whole situation if she hadn’t embarrassed herself in front of him before. she hoped he forgot about it, but she doubted it. he was too pragmatic. but if he was here now with a cup of coffee for her, one she took gratefully, then he’d moved past their last encounter. “thanks. you’re a real one.”

she gulped a mouthful, ignoring the hot temperature. “i was dreaming about working, so that has to count for something. we should get paid for the work we do in our dreams. it’s the same stress.” lia clicked her tongue before setting her cup down and organizing the table a little to give noah some room. “are you doing okay? i didn’t want to ask earlier. you guys seemed…” she hesitated, a little uncertain about broaching the topic of death when it was so tangible. “preoccupied.”

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[liavillace]

now that’s a face with a thousand questions. we could give you some answers, stranger. the oracle requests you draw a card. just focus intently on what you want to know most, and pull from the deck. you won’t need to say any more than that– we’ll leave it to the fates.

you draw: the star, upright

species: witch alignment: night terrors

the reading:

the desire to reach for the stars is ambitious. the desire to reach hearts is wise.” ― maya angelou

an interesting upbringing for a witch with as pure and generational blood as your own. you were meant to be forged with tradition, but raised rather uniquely, you’ve acquired your own perspective. not many are both dreamers and doers. strong-willed and bold, you lead your coven with more ambitions than your ancestors had. what you want comes from a good place, but you just have to figure what it is you do want.

you are: lia villace

age: twenty-five gender & pronouns: cis female, she/her faceclaim: sydney sweeney occupation: historian & waitress at aldwin’s soda fountain

the interpretation:

rumors of the villace witches date back farther than books have recorded. for a long time, however, lia wasn’t even aware of this. raised by a single mother, a witch who resented her own heritage, she denied magic and left lia to grow up ignorant of it. worse than this, however, was the lack of presence her mother even had in her life at all. left to fend for herself most of the time, lia found herself very lonely and she had to find stimulation and attention at school.

outgoing and assertive, lia was actually very popular with other students and she ended up finding her niche. only, it was with less than savory characters; they were kids like her with a rough family background, all mostly acting out for attention. around twelve, she stopped going home at all. the streets were her friends and lia stayed in-and-out of a girl’s home. it was during this time that she’d started attracting other supernaturals for friends and, with their shared knowledge, she began exploring her own magic. finally, things were easier for her. knowing about magic and about who she was, things felt stable for once. in a bid for betterment, she even went to university and graduated as a history major. 

as the years had gone by, however, the friends she had made had all but scattered off in different directions. lia, herself, had nowhere to go, but a chance reading informed her that her ancestors hailed from a town in maryland. unwilling to let a chance of self-discovery go, lia left the uk and made castor her home. gregarious and as opinionated as ever, lia had become the head witch among her small coven. frankly, it was more responsibility than she realized when an all-out war seemed imminent, but with an enticing offer from the night terrors, her stance on the matter is clear.

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[liavillace]

likeanoldstory:

if you’re ever feeling overdramatic just remember that zelda fitzgerald once threw herself down a flight of marble stairs at a party because her husband was talking to someone else

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[liavillace]

mjalti:

listen, when i go to open my mouth & what comes out is 12 degrees of separation from what the original topic was, u need to connect the dots bitch. think fast. i’m not gonna hold ur hand but we’re leaving now and visiting every topic along the line. wave it goodbye, don’t get hung up on it