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ravennachastain:

“Oh, for bloody’s sake,” Ravenna unlocked the door with the flick of her wrist, pushing it open to reveal the blonde just as she was accustomed to seeing: injured and bruised by her brother. “So, we’re going to pretend you weren’t forced to mutilate yourself by a necromancer?” She dropped her head and sighed, eyes landing on Lily again, “Lily, help me stop him and I promise, I will do everything in my power to break the connection.”

Lily didn’t even flinch when Ravenna barged into the room, she was used to the lack of privacy – there was none when you were what she was. Ravenna’s words brought an inferno of Lily’s anger with it. She wasn’t an angry person, there was no room with all the pain and loathing. Except Ravenna’s words ripped into the nerve and shredded it. “Pretend?” She hissed, pushing herself shaking to her feet. “You think I’m pretending like it never happened? No Ravenna – you know just how well accustomed to mutilation I’ve become. Then again, you’ve always had a penchant for ignoring issues that don’t impact your precious life.” Lily kicked off her sock and pointed at her toes, the nails all missing. “Five days ago he made me pull them out with my own fingers—Oh wait, how about—” Lily pulled her shirt open to reveal a line of jagged and ugly stitched. “Or a week ago when he made me perform surgery on myself to remove my spleen. You don’t need that when you’re dead.” Lily shook her head and pushed past Ravenna and into the hospital bedroom, heading toward the bag Dante let her bring with her. “That’s a joke Ravenna – you’re a joke. We both know you can’t stop him or this. There’s no breaking the connection. There’s only killing him and you will never do that.”

#c:ravenna

gideon-marx:

That was a silly question.

Lily, I’m sorry– this was not how things were supposed to happen.

Really? What else was supposed to happen Gideon? Happily ever after, like nothing he did ever happened? I had five years of peace, and then I woke up to him screaming in my head and throwing me out my apartment window.

It’s funny really – you’re all his family and you barely even know him. Don’t you get it? He’s always ten steps ahead.

#c:gideon

alec-merriman:

Oh, god, you knew him. Look, I know this is bound to be hard for you to believe, but that Alec you knew lost his memories. I’m not him.

Just ask Gideon.

Ask Gideon?

You will always be him — your hands aren’t magically cleaned because you’ve “lost” your memories.

#c:alec

raquelxflores:

I have a bottle you can use, or depending on how often you get covered in blood, you can keep. I’m very clumsy.

Ah. They never seem to fully disappear, don’t they.

Often... for varying reasons.

I don’t think he ever will, I’m stuck with him. Forever.

#c:raquel

ravennachastain:

I would not break the barrier if it weren’t significant. You tried to awaken Dante.

I am a different woman from who you knew. My brother was vicious and I held the power to stop it, but I couldn’t.

Don’t kid yourself or me, we both know you don’t care enough about my dignity to not open the door.

You and I have nothing to talk about.

#c:ravenna

casshowards

EUPHORIA 2.03 “Ruminations: Big and Little Bullys”

#( vanity. )

raquelxflores:

Oh– sorry for barging in here. Hydrogen peroxide will take that off a lot easier than just water.

Who hurt you?

Thanks, but I don’t have any.

An ex.

#c:raquel

gideon-marx:

I’ve seen enough blood in my lifetime to not be bothered by this– are you okay, Lily?

They stitched two of my fingers back on — do I look okay?

#c:gideon

alec-merriman:

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in, I-

Is that blood?

Stay the hell away from me, or I’ll scream.

#c:alec

ravennachastain:

That minute has passed. I know you’re in there, Lily.

Did he do this to you?

So, I’m not even allowed the privacy of my hospital bathroom?

Don’t act like you care.

#c:ravenna

Just a minute.

#kghrpstarter #hospital bathroom #or seedy public bathroom

sociopathic-dante

raphael-theresilient:

Raphael eyed the knife too late, his eyes focused on the girl’s face– enraptured by the sure change in it. It truly was like he was looking at Dante once more, Dante’s words sending a shiver down his spine. “Dante,” he shouted as he watched in horror as he cut of the girl’s finger. Raphael always knew what things Dante could do, he’s felt it– but seeing it in person? Even as the girl cried, the knife still moved. Without thinking, Raph stepped forward, grabbing the blade and ripping it from the girl’s grip; not caring that his own blackened blood joined hers on the blade. “Enough, Dante,” Raphael said as he stared down the girl, knowing that he could hear her as plainly as he was the one standing in front of him, “you got your point across, now leave the girl alone– if you want to pick on someone, pick on me.”

Her voice trilled with maniac laughter – His laughter. Dante watched through Lily’s eyes, delighting in the look in Raphael’s eyes. Lily was shaking, frozen to her core as He took full control of her. “Oh, precious Raphael,” her voice was dripping with sarcasm. “You’re not the only toy in my toy box.” Lily’s legs trembled as Dante walked towards Raphael. “I’m going to pick on however want, whenever I want. But don’t worry, you’ll be seeing me soon.” With the last show of power, Lily’s eyes rolled back into her head and collapsed on the floor. Her head smacked against the floor with a loud crack, passed out on the floor as Dante crept back into his own body.

#c:dante #c:raphael

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raphael-theresilient:

Raphael’s lips quirked with annoyance before he listened to what the girl was actually saying; her body language displaying not confidence or a demanding demeanor– but of one that is reserved and anxious. She was like him, and was like him a lot longer. He’d only gotten tastes of what Dante did– he could still feel him in his mind. Dante was a presence that scratched against his psyche like nails on a chalk board; sometimes he could feel little spurts of Dante’s emotions during his day like he was there. It was disgusting– and to know that there was someone out there that was suffering worse than him… it gave him a sympathetic pain that he hasn’t felt in so long that he almost forgot what it felt like. Empathy– it was almost foreign to him now. “Look, kid, I’m not the one who you need to talk to, who can actually help. You need to talk to the ones that put him under that spell,” Raphael said with a sigh, “and they aren’t going to be very helpful seeing as he helped almost destroy this town. I can take you to Dante, but unless you’re a very powerful witch, you’re not waking him up.”

“Nooo—” she moaned. Her body was shaking, trembling from His laughter as he watched through her eyes, as he catalogued every feeling she felt. His magic was clasped around her heart like fingers, squeezing tighter and tighter as she failed to do what he knew she would. It was all a game, a reminder that no matter where he was locked, he could still do this to her — to them. He wanted Raphael to know that no one was safe, no one would ever be safe while he still existed in them. A parasite that festered in their corpse, moving and controlling it however he like. Lily’s eyes widen out of fear as He took full control of her arm, moving it to her back pocket where the knife was. The blade was long, sharp, and covered with dried specks of the black sludge that made up her blood. He couldn’t stop the thick tears that rolled down her cheeks, or the shake in her arm as He raised the knife from behind her. He moved her lips into His familiar smirk took place on her, but it liked gnarled and awkward from her fear. Then she spoke, her voice forced from her mouth. “Send my sister my regards.” Her other hand was pressed against the wall, and with His whim He pressed the knife into the flesh of her little finger and cut it off. Lily’s throat was hoarse with the mixture of her screams and His laughter. All she could do was stare as He mutilated her hand, moving to the next finger and pressing the blade down.

#c:raphael #c:dante

sociopathic-dante

raphael-theresilient:

That is where you’re wrong. I know exactly what and who Dante is. I’m not the the one who chose his fate, his coven mates did. You wouldn’t even be here if I had chosen what happened to because if it were up to me, Dante would be dead.

It’s not up to me, so the answer is no.

She’d meant to play it cool, to be as unbothered and emotionless as she possible could. To see him, the Raphael who haunted her dreams with the images that He intended to destroy once he was free. The happiness that he felt when with the dark haired witch – Ravenna – it soured inside of, her thoughts turning dark like His. “Am I supposed to thank you? And for something I never asked…” She scoffed and crossed her arms, her sleeves pulled over her hands. “You’ve been like this for what? Barely a year? You can’t imagine what it even means to be like this. To be rotten inside. You’ve only tasted what he is, what he’s capable of. He treats you like some fucking pet that he actually likes—” The words cut themselves from her throat, Lily felt a flare of anger and a crushing in her throat. Her next words fell with a breathless rasp, as tears swarmed in her eyes, “Please. Just let me do this.” Panicked had settled into her voice, her eyes wide as she felt her limbs stiffen and muscles shift.

#c:raphael #c:dante

sociopathic-dante

raphael-theresilient:

I wanted to hear you say it. So since you know who I am, and I know who you want to see, you should know I’m not going to help you. That little asshole is fine right where he is.

Asshole? God – you really have no idea what he is, who he is. You’re standing there like nothing can touch you, like the bad dream has been put to rest and you can go on with your life. You have no idea what you’ve done.