☪ ; warlock //

ambrose spellman // written by abi

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“i’m not proud of it but, i was arrested for attempting to blow up the vatican.“                   ambrose spellman from caos  ☪  written by abi

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☪ // katrina ; oncetornasunder‌.

“I’m not the one that needs protecting,” Katrina sighed, leaning into her cousin’s touch as she stared at nothing in particular. She was worried about her family, the half of the family that kept their souls bound to the Dark Lord. Honestly it was putting her almost as on-edge as her nightmares, prompting the younger Spellman to wrap her arms around her cousin’s shoulders and pull him into a tight hug. “And I’ll do the same for all of you. Blood is thicker than water. If someone wants to harm any of you they can do so over my dead body, and us Spellmans are hard to kill, hmm?”

The elder of Edward’s daughters pulls away slightly to look her cousin in the eye. “I know this sounds nuts, but you need to believe me Ambrose. Something bad is coming. I’d feel a lot better if I could bring all of you over to Riverdale with me. Screw the Church of Night. Screw your sentence. You’d all be free, and be able to escape what’s coming.” 

The warlock was quite touch-starved, he realizes. Even with his own family, they were scarcely affectionate with one another. He found himself leaning into his cousin as well. His hand wraps around her shoulder. “We’ll have no talk about your dead body, alright?” He shakes his head. He didn’t know his cousin for long, but he already would not want to imagine her death because of him or anyone else in this family. A small smirk curls at his lips as he nods his head in response. “Yeah, I s’pose we are quite difficult to kill, hmm?” A soft chuckle falls from his lips.

His brows arch once Katrina pulls away from him, his words cause his brows to furrow a bit. Not to say that he doesn’t believe him. He is quite open-minded despite his faith and commitment to the Church of Night. “I have no doubts you could convince me or even Auntie Hilda. However, Sabrina has a lot of reasons to stay here, and Auntie Zelda is very committed to the Church of Night and the Dark Lord. I don’t know if you could even convince her to leave the Church let alone here.” As brilliant as it sounds to be free, to have his freedom once more, he knows it all comes with a risk, a heavy risk. He can’t help but be a bit conflicted over it all.

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☪ // auntie zelda ; devoutwitched‌.

                      time had caused her to forget how exhausting it was to care for a newborn . incessant cries , requiring constant attention and care ,  and not for the first time , zelda had begun to regret taking the girl . but then the baby ( still not yet named ) would gurgle a laugh and her heart would melt all over again . logically , zelda knew she couldn’t keep the child hidden for much longer , but she intended to keep up the pretense for as long as possible . 

and so , somewhat frazzled is her appearance as she takes her seat at the kitchen table . a crack in the facade , a hair out of place , the smallest wrinkle in her dress . nothing major , but enough to indicate that something was wrong . zelda brushes off his concern , opening up her newspaper to indicate the conversation closed before it had even commenced .     ‘     i don’t know what you’re talking about ambrose , i’ve never felt better .     ’

his aunt has been spending far more time in her bedroom. not out and about the house as often or helping with clients. she seemed quite busy with other things lately. ambrose was never really one to pry too much in other people’s lives, especially his own family. they all liked to keep their secrets. though he had noticed as of lately just how off things had been with her. he could not hold his curiosity nor his tongue much longer.

brows arch as dark hues simply stare at the newspaper. he knew exactly what the action had meant. he should not pry any further. however, whatever she was hiding, whatever she was doing, it was taking a visible toll on her. worry filled him as his lips press into a thin line before he dares to speak once more. “you say that auntie--but you don’t quite look it. whatever’s going on with you...you can tell me, you know that, right?” 

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☪ // stranger ; vivensmortua‌.

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              “You didn’t happen to see a stupid black cat run this way, did you?” She knows she’s trespassing, but it’s Karmichael’s fault.

His brows arch as the blonde approaches and he shakes his head in response to her question. “Other than my cousin’s cat, no, I have not. ‘ave you lost your pet? I can help you look if you’d like.” He offers with a small grin.

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☪ // carina ; heavenslcst‌.

                "You look nervous" And cute but Carina declines to share that comment with Ambrose. Instead she sits on the edge of her desk, idly kicking her legs as she watches Ambrose prepare for his lecture. He looks nice in a suit, but it makes her wonder if he’s used to wearing one. She imagines being on house arrest for decades he seldom felt the need to dress up. “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to show fear in the face of teenagers?”  | &. @poeticspellman​​ liked for a starter !

“Do I?” His brows furrow upon hearing the young witch’s words. A sharp exhale escapes parted lips as he adjusts the collar of his shirt in a fit. He certainly was nervous, extremely nervous. How could he not be? He had been confined to the Spellman Mortuary for decades. He was finally out and he was expected to teach a class. Not to mention the suit on felt a bit more constricting than his usual flowy attire of robes and loose-fitting pants. “You make it sound easy.” He says with a light chuckle and roll of his eyes. “I’m sure they’d be able to sense if off me even if I tried to show otherwise.” He says, shaking his head.

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☪ // connor ; tenebroustm‌

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                        TIMID THING , HUGGING SHADOWS in the corner of the room . But with a good reception a weak smile comes to the spirit’s face and he comes closer. Perching himself at a ledge as a makeshift seat ( unnecessary , he could be floating in the air , he could be just a voice in the warlock’s ear ! but .. Old habits. ) gets into his head too much … ? “ ya  , I’ve noticed that. ”   he agreed on another weak smile  , so he didn’t watch 24/7 but enough to know that … And that this Warlock couldn’t leave either. his gaze skitters away a moment .“ no , thank you . ” it’s spoken softly to the floorboards —– for caring about what happened to me. Sure , Ambrose had perfectly practical reasons why he did care. Bigger some stranger stabbed in the park , it could put his family in danger.. But none the less Connor felt rather bereft & LOST and any concern , regardless of the why , was some scrap of comfort he needed.

despite his claimed expertise in necromancy, the warlock didn’t have all that much experience with spirits. he’s been confined to the spellman mortuary for decades on end. too much time with himself, his own thoughts to consume him. not to mention being surrounded by death as often as he is despite the small down that greendale in. though, it’s nice to have something else, someone else to focus on all the untamed energy within him. dark hues fixed on the figure before him. conversing with the other as if it were something normal, when in fact it was just the opposite. his head tilts a bit as his brows arch.”’ave you? you been watchin’ me kemper?” his voice light, teasing almost. a light chuckle falls from his lips for a brief moment. “thank me? for what?” he didn’t do anything for luke. he didn’t even know the boy aside from what he learned from his parents. 

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@oncetornasunder // ☪ sc.

“you’re a spellman, and spellman’s look after one another. as long as you’re in this household, we will do what we can to protect you, dear cousin.” granted he hasn’t known the young witch for that long. however, she is still family. he knows how narrow-minded the coven can be when it comes to their laws and their values. holding onto time-old traditions because it is all they know. and while the warlock does value their religion and beliefs, he is far more open-minded about the ever-changing world around them. he places a gentle hand on top of the other’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “that much i can promise you--whatever else may happen. well, we will do our utmost best, alright?” he offers a grin.

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@saccrifice​ // ☪ sc.

“that is exactly why young witches should not meddle in things they know nothing about. look at what happened to you, to that mortal boy.” his voice is a bit louder than he means it. his anger not directed at her. she just so happened to be in his company. his worry mingled with anger. trying to contain it all for the sake of his family’s crumbling reputation. he shakes his head. a heavy sigh escaping his lips. while the warlock is skilled in the art of necromancy, he knows it’s limitations as well as it’s dangers. they were young and reckless. not thinking of the consequences of their actions and look where that got them. “you look better than the last time i saw you. i’m glad to see you’re recovering well.”

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@wiickedmagic // ☪ sc.

“oh, i know that look.” his brows furrow as he rests his arms against his chin. dark hues look up at the young witch. that same worry and doubt he could see in his cousin right now. all of that was present in the witch before him. he supposed it was different now. mortals were far kinder and the world was much different than when he signed his name or even when his aunties did. he could understand why she was hesitant. however, he still held onto his faith. after all, he didn’t have much else to hold onto. “what troubles you adrienne? penny dreadful for your thoughts?” his expression lights just a bit, a light, breathy chuckle falls from his lips.

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❛ I didn’t know you were a fan of horror movies. ❜

❛ Who doesn’t enjoy a good scare every now and again? Especially this time of year. ❜

❛ Ritual sacrifice. It’s slightly different. ❜

❛ There’s no flying in my life without you. ❜

❛ The only person you’re gonna scare is yourself! ❜

❛ This has to be our little secret, okay? ❜

❛ I got you something. ❜

❛ I love you, NAME. ❜

❛ All women are taught to fear power. Own it. ❜

❛ Oh, you had me at boys to torment. ❜

❛ Are you going to do something here? ❜

❛ You’re a rebel, NAME. It’s how I like my witches. ❜

❛ I’m done being a coward. ❜

❛ It’s not a tornado that’s coming. It’s something much much worse. ❜

❛ The witches are coming. ❜

❛ You’re cold. ❜

❛ Will you stay with me? ❜

❛ That sounds like a dream. ❜

❛ You don’t know what I’m capable of. ❜

❛ Hi there. ❜

❛ How did you get in here? ❜

❛ You’re only supposed to start missing things after you’ve said goodbye to them, right? ❜

❛ Just promise me you’ll be careful. ❜

❛ Can we take a rain check? ❜

❛ I don’t want to lose you, too. ❜

❛ That wasn’t so bad in the end. ❜

❛ And what time will we be spell-casting? ❜

❛ They would be so proud of you. ❜

❛ Everything has a price. ❜

❛ So dramatic. ❜

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❛ I’ve done something rather impulsive. ❜

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❛ I don’t think that’s such a good idea. ❜

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@devoutwitched //  ☪ sc.

“auntie z---are you alright? you don’t look so well.” his words hold caution. he knows that no matter what his aunt is going through she will still act as though nothing is wrong. he’s not around her quite as much, but he can tell something is off about her. he can’t quite put his finger on it though. and it won’t hurt to ask. even if he might not get the answer he’s looking for.

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@itschiller //  ☪ sc.

“alright then, who are we giving just desserts to today, cuz?” hands rub together and a knowing grin curls at his lips. he may not pry on the details. after all, she will tell him what she wants him to know. he won’t push for any more than she’s willing to give. though, he doesn’t need much reason to go on for to cause a little chaos.

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@sakurako //  ☪ sc.

it’s not unusual to see a new face in the small town of greendale. however, it is just that. a small town. and small towns are usually littered with the same people for generations. especially the witch kind. “--you’re not from here, are you?” he questions. his brows slightly arch as a small grin curls at his lips. judging from her looks she could be around his cousin’s age. however, with witches you could never truly tell. “are you here to see my cousin?”