Ground & Sky

Birdie | 26 | Original witch. Terramancy, Aeromancy, Animorph.

[junie-song-blog]

Te Amo|| Songbird

[motherbirdie]

junie-song:

Junie tried to calm down letting Birdie’s hands on her shoulders. Her breath got to a normal level - or at least enough of one. “ Hunter thing. We’re both part of hunter clans. They really don’t do this as much as they used to but his parents are - well assholes really.” 

Junie almost smiled - Birdie liked her too. If it was any other time Junie would have been over the moon.  “I - well technically I was cleared of those charges. But I figured I would fix my brother’s report card problem, and tell Ki that I didn’t love him and that I wouldn’t marry him. He’s - It’s difficult Birdie. He’s parents. He doesn’t think about love Birdie. He’d marry me even if he didn’t like me. It’s more he feels obligated. His family isn’t good, Birdie.” 

There was guilt in her voice - Junie could feel it. After all it would be a lot simpler if she just liked Ki. Loved him maybe. Then she wouldn’t feel like she was damning him - but at the same time when she closed her eyes she saw the woman before her. Smiling and happy, battering away hands going for cake batter.

Junie wouldn’t trade that. It was selfish but she didn’t want too. In a world where she was constantly afraid, Birdie was one of the few things that made her feel safe. Maybe if she hadn’t met Birdie it would have been easier, she’d do it just to keep Ki safe.

But it felt wrong. It felt absolutely wrong now. 

“Birdie why does he want to marry me, if I don’t love him? Am I selfish if I don’t want to marry if I’m not in love? I just - I don’t understand.”

Birdie nodded once - it made sense that in a line of work that had been running for so long, that some families still moved like it was the Middle Ages.  The blonde rarely had to deal with hunters though, usually it was only in passing; or the occasional time when one would mistake her for a vampire or werewolf.

Her eyes widened ever so slightly with the admission of what had happened at prom.  If it was a different situation she might have attempted to lecture the girl, but that wasn’t the focus right now.  Letting out a small sigh, Birdie began to slowly pace the length of her bed, pausing to entangle her fingers in the fern that grew beside it.  She could hear the guilt in Junie’s voice, the responsibility that she felt for this boy.

“I knew many families like that once upon a time,” she murmured, her eyes caught on the leaves and for a second she hadn’t realised she had said it.  She straightened when she did - but then it didn’t really matter.  Regardless of what happened due to this situation Junie had to find out about her one day, it was only fair.  “You feel guilty, yes?  As does he towards his family, clearly.  That is how he can marry without love - especially if he doesn’t believe in it.”

Birdie turned back to the girl, a sad smile appearing on her face.  “It’s not wrong my dear, not wrong at all.  To marry for love is a wonderful thing - to marry without it, well you never know what your fate entails with that.  But he must be desperate if he came all this way to find you.”

She forced herself away from the fern then, taking a seat on the edge of her bed and patting the spot next to her.  “Did you just come to tell me this, or did you come for advice too?  Because if you did I’m afraid I might be a little biased with my answers.”

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Te Amo|| Songbird

[motherbirdie]

junie-song:

Junie had gotten one of the shoes off and quickly got the other one off so she could put them next to the door. She scurried down the hall with Birdie.

“Oh okay. Alright first. I got to tell you I really really like you. Like I really do. And I don’t really know if you like me back, but I figured either way I have to warn you. I - uh okay. So There’s a guy named, Ki. One of my best friends - kindofsortofgotengagedto - you know the usual stuff.” Junie was anxious to say the least. 

“Well he’s kind of back in town -and apparently still wants to marry me after what I - ‘allegedly’ did at prom. Look okay it was arranged, I figured we ended it but I kept getting stuff. So I just didn’t send anything back, but he came to the island. And basically I’m telling you all of this because I really really like you and I’m scared that he might tell you before I do.”  

They were barely into the room before words were spilling out of Junie’s mouth and it took Birdie a moment to lock into her mile-a-minute raving and figure out what was going on.  Her brows raised as she silently awaited the end of it and despite it all Birdie wanted to reach out and calm the girl down.  When she had finally trailed off the blonde was silent for a few moments, before she let her instincts take over.  Pressing forward she placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders.

“Junie, take a deep breath,” she urged, squeezing her shoulders gently.  “I wasn’t aware that was usual these days - is that a hunter thing?”

She didn’t know why that was the first thing out of her mouth - apart from a moment’s confusion with everything her brain was trying to process.  Birdie supposed she should at least start with confirmation for the girl.  “I like you too, of course I do.  I don’t constantly feed just anyone you know.  But what did you do at prom?  Is it because of honour he wants to still marry you, or is he in love with you?”

She should have asked the same thing back.  Was she in love with him, but something stopp Birdie from asking in that moment.  One fact straight at a time.

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Te Amo|| Songbird

[motherbirdie]

junie-song:

Junie sighed ducking into the door knowing that Birdie wouldn’t mind if the door was open. She waved at a short blonde - persuadably Neve although Junie was a bit to focused to actually figure out the small figure.

“Birdie? Hey Birdie I need to tell you something- oh shoot wait let me take off my shoes. I’m sorry.” She said in a rush wanting to put it off.

After all how do you tell the girl you like that you were arranged to be married. It sounded like a kdrama not real life.

@motherbirdie

Birdie hadn’t been doing much that day, simply spending time with her sister and trying to coax the youngest into tell her more about the man she had mentioned.  Never was, of course being stubborn.

Then Junie appeared, and Birdie’s brow immediately drew together.  It wasn’t quite the ‘we need to talk’ that still got her even after all these years, but it was close enough and it immediately caught the girl’s attention.  Exchanging a glance with Neve she rose to her feet, waving the Korean off.

“Don’t be.  Come this way dear, we can talk in my room,” she said, ushering the girl down the hall.

[motherbirdie]

fern-bellamy:

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When all was said and done the girl curled into herself, making her seem so vulnerable and Birdie felt her maternal instincts take over.  Gently she pulled the girl’s hair back, neat and out of her face and when a mix of blood and saliva was spat out the blonde wiped the girl’s face.  

“So it would seem,” Birdie started, pressing a hand against the girl’s cheek, before sitting back.  “I think we should try and get you home, don’t you dear?  It will not help matters to have you here lying in the snow.”

Placing a supportive hand on her shoulder, the Morrigan flicked her wrist and a rush of air enveloped them, moving under the girl and helping to push her up.  “There we go dear, back on your feet.  Now you lean on me and I’ll have the wind aid us.”

[motherbirdie]

“Neve what is happening?  Why are the elements not listening to you?  Why can’t we control this?” Birdie cried.  It wasn’t often that anything managed to scare her like this, but being totally out of control in a dangerous situation was enough to terrify her.  If the fire reached them she wasn’t sure they could actually stop it.  As it was she had attempted to put up a defense of compacted damp mud, but almost as soon as it up the sun seeped all the moisture out of it.  Now she was pacing up and down, wringing her hands together and glancing over at her sister.  So much for being the older one.

@nevethemorrigan

[motherbirdie]

fern-bellamy:

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While Birdie had been concerned for the wellbeing of the girl, she hadn’t expected something quite like this.

The Morrigan watched on with horror as the girl dropped before her and a second later was convulsing in the snow.  If Birdie wasn’t who she was she would have been beside herself right now, but after existing over six thousand years she had learnt how to keep her head in an emergency.

Instead of truly panicking she merely guided rocks out of the way, hoping the snow would be a better surface than most if a bit wet.  It wasn’t until the girl had grown still again that she risked reaching out and untangling the bag, picking up the hat and crouching down next to the stranger.

“Hello?  Can you hear me?  Are you okay?”

[motherbirdie]

fern-bellamy:

She had felt off since slipping out of bed that morning, a feeling just beneath her skin that she couldn’t find a way to explain. The house was empty, echoing and cold without her mother’s laughter, or the morning clatter of life in the rest of the house. Her head had been pounding, and with no Nathan or Trinity in her lectures to encourage her to attend, Fern had gone home early. 

Going home meant stumbling though, with her head swimming and her body aching. Turning at the sound of a voice, Fern squinted, startled by the soft, white-washed colors that danced across the woman’s skin. She pulsed with magic, gentle and sparkling, but it was old, old by the lack of color and the shimmer, and she wanted to reach out, trace her fingers through the swell of it.

“I-I don’t feel too well, either.”

When Birdie got a better look she only grew more worried, the girl look completely out of it.  She could have been a ghoul, drugged up on the blood of a vampire, but the blonde didn’t think so.  This was something else and she watched as the other reached a shaking hand out towards her.

“It’s okay, come and sit for a while.  You shouldn’t be walking around like this,” Birdie urged, rising to her feet in a move to help guide the girl towards her.  She would seat the witch where she had been a moment before and try and get her comfortable before she turned to the problem of keeping her warm.

“I think you’ve wandered off the path a bit dear, there could be nothing out this way for you, unless you were hoping for some herbs.”

[motherbirdie]

junie-song:

“I will - scouts honor.” Junie shrugged but let Birdie do what she was going to do. After all it was her choice. 

“Oh no it’s nothing against anyone else, just a personal thing you know? Besides I’ve never really drank. I’d probably be a super annoying drunk. Or flirty. Which could be annoying.”

She took the plate going to sit at the table. “Huh - uh probably just likes you’re personality. I mean who knows why Soo likes anyone.” Junie didn’t want to admit that she’d been talking about the girl. After all she already had to admit she called her a doll.

“A flirty drunk?” Birdie mused, trying hard not to smile but effectively failing.  “Probably a hyper one too.  If I drink I start going back to my more original Irish accent.  My sister Neve loves it.  In fact sometimes she tries to spike my drinks just to make it happen.”

Birdie scowled lightly at the thought of her younger sister.  But a moment later was bright again as she took her portion of cake and followed Junie over to the table.  “Did it have something to do with me allowing him to break the door down and then helping him fix it?” the blonde questioned - though she had surmised the meeting with Soo had more a soldifying of his opinion than a foundation for it.

“He did seem to know a bit about me,” she tested, waiting for Junie reaction as she used a fork to section off a bite of the cake, placing it in her mouth.

[motherbirdie]

The dead of winter always made Birdie a little gloomy with all the plant life asleep and the earth buried under layers of snow.  The recent rain had done a decent job of melting it away though, and the Morrigan found herself in Edden, sitting pressed against the wood of a tree and feeling the hardened earth beneath her. 

At least her other powers were unaffected by the changing of seasons - even if the air now was cold and icy.  In some ways it became easier to handle and certainly had more of an effect on other people.  Looking up to the sound of crunching footsteps, her gaze fell on a young girl who Birdie knew was one of theirs.  Quickly though, the witch grew the opinion that the other shouldn’t be out here in this weather.

“Are you okay dear?  You don’t look well.”

@fern-bellamy

[motherbirdie]

eveny-macasgain:

@motherbirdie

“You know, auntie, I feel like I’m slacking in my bugging you.”

“Do you dear?  I suppose I have had quite the break from it.  I take it you’re bored?”

[motherbirdie]

junie-song:

“I’ll make sure to warn him that his ass is going to get kicked soon.” Junie said with a smile putting down the plates.

“I funnily enough don’t drink.” It was true, Junie didn’t drink not because she was underaged but because it inherently scared her. She was so much in control of herself that to give that way was - not an option. “He’s just not this good at hiding things. So it’s more of a challenge when he does hide it well.” 

She moved to cut the cake. “Extremely. I might make fun of him all the time, but he does have a good sense of people I think. At least when it comes to me. Oh I have it Birdie. Why don’t you sit down and relax?” 

“You probably should, it’ll teach him to eat the gifts for others,” she chuckled, waving off the other’s urge for her to sit down.  After all, Birdie was the Mother in the Morrigan trio and she could never bring herself to sit by idly while others did the work.

“There’s nothing wrong with not drinking.  I can’t say I’m a sinner for it, once every now and then it’s good to get a bit... tipsy.  This day and age of alcohol and drinking has to be one of the worst,” she noted as she took a plate and held it out for the girl.  Birdie had been in plenty of eras that drank merrily, though this was by far the unhealthiest age for it.  “I think it’s a good thing.”

Placing the now full plate on the bench she reached for another one, her blue eyes appraising the girl with interest.  “And why am I lucky enough to have his approval?”

[motherbirdie]

junie-song:

“Nah I have a plan. Besides you’re a guest. You gotta come over at least four times before you start beating up Soo. It’s policy.” 

She nodded going to the cabinet to get the glasses spinning around smoothly to get to the fridge door. “I’m sure Soo has something else, but because he’s an ass as I mentioned before he hides it.” After all she still technically wasn’t legal and he made a point of pointing it out all the time. 

She raised an eyebrow at the question as she was getting the second glass filled. “Huh. That’s a first. Usually he doesn’t like my uh - “ She didn’t exactly know what to say there. She could have put friends which would be true, but what if Birdie didn’t even think they were friends. Also for some reason her mouth wanted to say girlfriend, but they weren’t technically that either. 

“The people I hang out with.” She said quickly as she put the water glasses down and went back to get the plates and cutlery. 

“Is that so?  Well, if I’m really determined I should be able to do so by next week,” she said, an almost teasing smile appearing on her face.  Birdie probably would visit more often if she didn’t have a job to worry about - but then, work was something that kept her busy, made a life less than mundane.

“Are you trying to say your underage self looks for the alcohol Junie?” her question was light, joking.  In fact there had been eras where alcohol was the staple drink for all ages.  Times where ale was safer than water and so that’s what was drunk.  It was a rare thing for her to overindulge though.

The Morrigan didn’t miss the way the girl trailed off midsentence, not that anyone could have.  It was a clear enough break to know that June didn’t know what she was going to say.  Picking up the glass Birdie thought that if she was Neve she would be toying with the water right now.

“Well I’m glad there’s at least someone he approves off.  I’d say that’s a pretty good indication, wouldn’t you?” she quizzed, placing the glass back down and moving to help serve the cake.

[motherbirdie]

cecily-choi:

Celcily knew it wouldn’t take long before she got into another fight. The slight brawl Iliya and her had started at the wedding hadn’t turned out as dramatic as they wanted and it was honestly a surprise how long she had gone before someone finally tested her nerves.

She had the man pinned under her as her fist made repeated contact with his face, a satisfying crunching sound being emitted. It had been a struggle to take him down since he had been quite a bit larger than her but she could already feel her scrapes and bruises healing.

The sound of a new intruder brought a halt to her punches as she turned to see who had arrived. The man used the distraction to violently, throw her off and run away. Cecily picked herself up with a growl and she turned to the intruder. “Fuck. I had him. You just had to come and mess it up, didn’t you? Are you happy?”

Birdie heard the fight before she saw it, rounding the corner.  Heard the growls and the cries of whoever it was suffering.  When it came into view the Morrigan was quite unimpressed, seeing a girl crouched over a fully grown man and beating into him like it was the last thing she would do.  If she kept going it might have been the last thing he ever did.

And so she made her appearance known, enough to distract the girl and let the man free himself.  Of course she didn’t know the full story - maybe the man had threatened her life and she was only reacting.  Either way Birdie didn’t think the other should have gone that far.

“Yes, I am actually.  You know there is such a thing as going a step too far dear.”

[motherbirdie]

junie-song:

“Nah he gets nothing. He’s being a little ass lately.” Junie wasn’t actually mad at Soo, but after picking the bar fight she was a bit pissy. After all he wasn’t supposed to keep doing that stupid shit, and yet he always seemed to get himself into dangerous situations.

“Here I got it,” Junie said taking the cake carefully from the woman and putting it on the counter. “Thank you a lot, Birdie it looks awesome. I’d ask if you wanted something to drink but really all we have is water and mountain dew.” 

Sometimes she was embarrassed that she acted so young. After all Birdie couldn’t be much older than her, but she had everything together. Still she supposed being twenty gave her some leeway. 

“Is that so?” she mused, raising her brows and crossing her arms over her chest as Junie took the cake from her.  “Want me to give him an ass whooping?  You’d be surprised what I’m capable of.”  The words made her smile - one day June would learn the truth of who and what she was.  It made Birdie wonder whether she would still be thought of as a doll.

“Water is fine Junie, honestly,” she said, chuckling softly.  After all, not much other than wine went with cake in Birdie’s opinion and it was only the middle of the day.  Wetting her lips, the blonde took a deep breath, figuring that what she was about to say might become a little awkward for the other.

“Speaking of your brother and his ways.  Were you aware that he approves of me, Junie?”

[motherbirdie]

junie-song:

Junie was excited to say the least. Her face had gotten happier - noticeably according to Soo- when she saw the message. Although her clothes didn’t change she actually did try to smooth out her hair. 

It didn’t take long for junie to shout “ I got it.” as she ran to the door.

“Hey Birdie! Would you like to come in? Wow that looks good. Don’t tell Soo or he’ll eat it.”

“Well, I would prefer it to standing out here,” she mused, her eyes dancing.  With the invitation she stepped into the apartment, smiling at the other.  “That’s why I let you know I was coming.  Do share with him, but maybe only a little bit.”

Holding it up, she sighed gently as she admied her own handywork again.  It was almost a shame to destroy it.  “Now, where are we putting this?  I can’t believe it’s taken so long for me to get you this gift.  Soo is in big trouble, especially from you I would think.”

Birdie wanted to cross her arms and wait for the girl’s response, however it was impossible to do with the cake in her hands and so she simply waited for instructions.

[motherbirdie]

Despite Birdie’s sister somehow managing to burn the cake they had put in the oven over their talk - a feat which marvelled the middle Morrigan considering she was there to watch it - she wasn’t one to give up.  Instead she had given the salvagable parts to her sister and started from scratch.  The result was something different than first intended; a large vanilla cake decorated with strawberries and icing piped into flowers and buds.  Birdie was actually quite proud of it.

And this time she was giving Junie notification that she was on her way, so as this masterpiece didn’t end up in the hands of Soo as well.  Balancing it precariously in one hand, she reached up and rang the door bell of the apartment, waiting expectantly.

“I have a gift for you.”

@junie-song

[nevethemorrigan-blog]

Earth and Water|Neve & Birdie

[motherbirdie]

nevethemorrigan:

“Nothin’ is wrong,” Neve reiterated swinging her legs back and forth. “And I can’t help it that I can’t cook.” 

She raised an eyebrow up - after all Birdie wasn’t exactly subtle most of the time.  A grin came across her face that was rare for Neve. After all she had been stoic especially in this life. “Oh and what’s the lass’s name? How long have you been keeping it a secret. Come come now you have to tell me all of it.”

“An’ how have yeah survived so long again Niamh?  If it weren’t for our coven’s yeah’d be starvin’ to death every life,” she shook her head, the lilting gaelic accent now coming out in full.  Birdie had been given the title of the Mother and it was one she took seriously.

“Nawt very long I’ll have yeah know,” she said, brandishing a batter covered wooden spoon at her sister.  “Her name’s Junie, she hates coffee an’ tea and loves milkshakes, she is one of seven children, day dreams a bit, an’ would kill her brother if she knew that he let on she keeps talkin’ about me.  Is there anything else yeah want to know?”