jude startles slightly at lourdes’ outburst - the smallest tremor in his arm muscles, barely perceptible - but it doesn’t quite show on his face. he’s good with loud emotions, big ones. in many ways the small, quiet things can be the hardest. he can be clumsy and tactless, he barrels right through the most delicate moments. when he was younger he liked think of himself like a system of underground caves, that other people’s anger would trickle into the gaps in his surface, safe within a system of tunnels held within him. it made good use of all of gaps he had inside. “i’m sure they’re trying their best,” he shrugged, slightly helplessly. he wasn’t entirely sure she’d even been speaking to him, but as the walls of the database could not reply themselves. “i guess the point is that just by being here we’re one step closer to something - to understanding, to making a change, or whatever. we’ll have to be a little patient with them all, i think. it is quite hard to get things right the first time.” he tried for a small smile, unclear on whether it would earn him a slap around the face. “and we are all quite difficult.”
𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕, there’s something almost admirable about jude’s naive optimism. it reminds her of the girl she used to be — the girl who got fucked over more times than she could count ( by her father, by the gods, by the universe... ) but that’s neither here nor there. perhaps it’s because it reminds her so intensely of herself that jude’s attitude drives her up a wall. sometimes she wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake it out of him, but she suspects that it would do little good. “ no, jude, i don’t think they are trying their best. I’M trying my best when i give them prophecies without knowing what’s coming for us. YOU are trying your best when you go do... whatever it is you do. FRANKIE is trying her best when she spends hours trying to make heads of tails of everyone’s curses. ” she forces herself to stop before she gets too carried away — forces herself to read the room, jude isn’t the one who wants to hear all of this. “ forgive me if i’m overstepping, but why, exactly, do you have so much faith in the database ? ” she asks, tone one of genuine curiosity as she tilts her head a fraction to the side. “ have they given you something concrete to hold onto ? or is it just blind faith ? ”
Don’t catch Lourdes’ back, and don’t call her out of the blue—two things that seemed as clear to January now as a target in broad daylight. She hadn’t had much time interacting with anyone at the database facility, but the deer in headlights look that she’d drawn was something to take note of. It would behoove her, perhaps, to try to approach her like a stray cat. Though, she really wasn’t as subtle as she’d like to be.
“Do you want—” It’s this, again, that makes the aching in her chest feel like a hollowness that she couldn’t escape, the wanting of companionship, of people to be around her. Like a small child with lost parents, or a lonely spinster looking for company, it almost felt like she would have this fleetingly, only to have to start this all over again. It tired her, most days, but she certainly could try. The alternative, the horrifying silence of her life, was certainly giving her some motivation. “Do you want someone to walk with you, at least to the door?” Her commonly steel stare dulled, a little warmer, an inch of allowance. “I know how the database gets with their tests, and the personnel around here really do ask the dumbest questions if they catch you alone and off-guard.”
𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 — she forces them to — at january’s question. it catapults her back to that bare bones hotel room she’d occupied for a few weeks, the place where she’d been when she received the email from the database about their new project. the very FIRST thing that had come to mind was the hopeful ( albeit, incredibly naive ) idea that coming to a place like this might mean she could find solace or friendship or companionship in people like her. in retrospect, she should have KNOWN better. everyone here had much bigger things to worry about — their own burdens to shoulder, their own demons to face, their own death certificates signed with ichor. still, something even as small as an offer to walk with her is enough to reignite that very same hope in her once again. “ i would love that. thank you. ”
lourdes is never ENTIRELY sure what the etiquette of talking about curses really entails. she’s been spared those conversations and, as a result, has no idea where the line falls that determines what’s too invasive of a question to ask. still, she’s been more or less HAUNTED by what she’d been shown in her prophecy since the moment she’d delivered it, and now she has faces to pair with what she’d known was coming. she was concerned — for january, for mercy, for thad, for all of them. “ are you... ” she begins, but the words die in her throat. to ask if january is okay seems like a misstep. are any of them really okay ? “ i saw that you were in the area when thad... well. are you okay ? ”
𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. being bumped from a thirty-three to one-hundred percent accuracy should feel like validation — like she has some sort of control over what she’s seeing, like she has some idea what she’s doing. and, yet, just like every other time in her life where she should she’d be getting rewarded for a job well done, she turns up empty handed. coming to the database has done NOTHING to help her make sense of what she’s seeing, she’s still left in the dark. the thoughts bubble up in her chest, rising to fill every cavity in her chest, and then she BREAKS. “ would it KILL them to just tell us SOMETHING ? ” her words come out in a sudden burst, uncharacteristically loud by lourdes standards. she’s not sure who she’s trying to talk to — maybe she’s just talking to herself, it would be the first time. “ i mean, to see my OWN number in that message, to be told that i’m RIGHT and still come out of it not knowing what’s going on... what’s the point ? ”
“touchy, touchy. jeez, relax a little. it’s not like the world’s ending or anything.” at least, based off of her sparse vision, it didn’t seem like it was. although the gods were all powerful and extremely temperamental, the apocalypse wasn’t a logical next step for them. with no humans to constantly bother, they would probably get pretty bored. no matter how bad things got, there was always that indisputable fact. but that also meant that they would have their fun, probably at their expense.
it almost made her laugh, seeing lou all worked up like this. there were a lot of different ways to deal with the curses. some people rode it out as best they could, tried to live a normal life with as little unprecedented interruptions as possible. some got sad, self-pitying, the way frank had just after isabella disappeared, when she only left her apartment to grab boxed food from the grocery store in the same hoodie and sweatpants as the trip before. others got angry. frankie veered more towards the side of angry as of late, no matter how small her curse was. lou, on the other, must have been super pissed. “i have 9 other prophets on call, actually. i ask all of them about their visions so i can get an approximate verdict. like toothpaste commercials. 9 out of 10 dentists agree…” she wasn’t trying to be funny. frankly, she was a little annoyed about her train of thought being interrupted by lourdes’ refusal to seem to want to cooperate. she wanted to solve a problem, not babysit another fully grown adult. “when i can’t remember what a song is i google the lyrics, but i get your point. well, at least there’s only a third a chance it’ll happen. or a third a chance it was right. either way. whatever. what about the touch thing? what was that about? like touch in like a soft way or in like a punching sort of way? since we’re reading your vision vibes, apparently.”
𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕, it isn’t like the world is ending. it’s important to keep that much in mind, she knows. she’s so used to seeing it all and having to shoulder it ALONE, and under those conditions not being able to make sense of what she’s being shown is frustrating at best and dangerous at worst. but she’s not invisible anymore, she doesn’t have to try and figure it all out on her own. just because she doesn’t know what it means doesn’t mean that there might be someone else who DOES. maybe frankie really could help her figure it out, maybe frankie would be able to connect the dots that she couldn’t. “ no, nothing world ending. dangerous, yes, but it feels... contained, if that makes sense, ” she offers, forcing her shoulders to relax a fraction.
she can tell that frankie most likely isn’t trying to crack a JOKE — she doesn’t seem like the type to use humor to relieve any tension, and lou can practically see the gears turning in her head that prove frankie is still hard at work — but she can’t hold back the quiet, surprised burst of laughter at the comment about toothpaste commercials. “ does that mean that there AREN’T any other prophets running around the database ? or does your employee code of conduct mean that you can’t tell me ? ” whatever trace of a smile has found its way onto her face for the first time in years is gone by the time she finishes her question. none of the employees she’d met so far had been outstandingly helpful but she thought that, maybe, as someone cursed herself, frankie might prove herself to be an exception. maybe she was just being naively hopeful with that one. her eyebrows furrow at the question about the VIBES she was picking up on, shaking her head as she turned her gaze toward her palms, her fingers flexing instinctively before curling back in on themselves. “ all touch is sort of... frightening to me. it’s how i — ” the words that would surely wipe her from frankie’s line of sight die in her throat, and lourdes purses her lips together in thought. she’d given up on finding a way to dance around the caveats of her curse a long time ago, but perhaps NOW was a good time to try again. she smooths her hands over the fabric of her skirt before flashing the inside of her palms towards frankie. “ this couch, that table, these walls... and you... all have stories. things to show me. ” she’s not sure if it’s helpful, at all, but if anyone can make sense of a riddle, it’s probably frankie. “ the word touch just reminds me that i’m cursed. ”
your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.
“ what’s holding you back in life ?”
“ is everything alright? ”
“ when did you choose to give up ?”
“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”
“ how many have you slept with ?”
“ what’s your biggest secret ?”
“ do you believe in love ?”
“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”
“ what scares you more than anything ?”
“ have you ever considered running away ?”
“ do you love me ?”
“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”
“ who hurt you ?”
“ what made you this way ?”
“ is there anyone special in your life ?”
“ why are you always smiling ?”
“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”
“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”
“ who are you, really ?”
“ is there anything you regret ?”
“ what’s your biggest regret ?”
“ tell me about your first kiss ?”
“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”
“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”
“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”
“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”
“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”
“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”
“ when was the last time you cried ?”
“ how come you keep running away ?”
“ have you ever made someone cry ?”
“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”
“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”
“ do you believe in true love ?”
“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”
“ do you regret letting me close ?”
“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”
“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”
empathy isn’t frankie’s strong suit, but she figured at the very least that lourdes’ curse was sort of tough to deal with. it was invasive, to begin with – she certainly wouldn’t want the gods being able to throw random images into her head at will like some sort of spotty godly tv service. without the database, she wouldn’t even be able to tell them about it, which probably also sucked. and the visions themselves didn’t even seem all that great. it seemed like a sick game, to only show her half-truths. but the gods didn’t need a reason to be assholes. they were gods. came with the territory.
“well obviously you don’t know, or else you would’ve said something. right?” it did feel like a special thing to get the information straight from the source, not from some filtered database message. she doesn’t mean for it to come out as accusatory. she’s thinking out loud more than anything else. “bright. hot. fire. the sun. lightning? some sort of heat-producing reaction.” she drums her fingers on the table, regretting not bringing a notebook or having some sort of whiteboard with her. she was much better at thinking through stuff written down. “kind of weird that you couldn’t see where it was coming from, though. you’d think your brain would have to process the whole thing, not just a tiny part of the picture. so if you can’t see their face, how do you know they’re familiar? just a gut feeling? a vibe?”
𝒍𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers at frankie’s brilliant deduction. she doesn’t know how many of the people around them only ended up here because the database forced their hand, but she wasn’t one of them. she made this decision HERSELF, she brought herself here and it would, quite frankly, be counterproductive to show up and just be DIFFICULT about the whole thing. for some reason, everyone seems to forget that these prophecies are a curse — if she could find a way to control them or to wield them, they would be a hell of a lot more useful to her. “ yes, frankie. if i knew anything else, i would have said so. i’m here to try and figure them out, and there’s no way i can do that if i keep them all to myself. ” besides, she’s been waiting for years to have someone to talk to.
she nods along with frankie’s guesses — they’re all GOOD, is the thing, but that doesn’t mean that they do anything to help her make sense of what she saw. fire, the sun, and lightning all qualify as bright and hot, but she has no clue if any one of them are what she saw. somehow, she doesn’t think that frankie is really ASKING for her input, anyway, so she just sits and waits. “ yeah, well, everything about it is kind of weird, in case you didn’t notice. unless you know lots of prophets, in which case maybe we can start a support group, or something, ” she huffs, leaning forward on her elbows and dropping her chin into her hand. “ i mean, it’s not like i’m actually seeing anything. it’s all just... ” she waves her free hand toward her head, knowing she’s toeing the line of saying too much. “ yeah, a gut feeling. you know like... when you smell something and you know that it’s a scent you’ve smelled before but you can’t figure out where ? or when you hear a song and you know that you’ve heard it before but you just can’t remember what song it is ? kinda like that. ”
The facility offered nothing but cold white stone, and prodding people that were more interested about her cursed than who she was as a person, but it beat the ample silence of her home. Just barely. January walked through the little town and every nook and cranny, and nothing was as cold and clinical as this place; maybe it was the essence of divinity and mortality and despair in the air, but she couldn’t stomach it for long. The news of the prophecy set her on edge more than most; she had done more atrocities than she could count. The blood on her hands could never have been washed clean, even if she tried.
This was on her mind, until she stumbled upon the prophetess herself. She wouldn’t have answers, but January could always try. “How did the tests go, Clemonte?” It couldn’t have been easy, having to be in the facility most days, but maybe the database had tried to insist. “The prophecy’s got everyone on edge, must’ve been a hard day for you.”
𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚’𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 — though, really, clemonte has always been more of her father’s name than her own. it seems like she spends most of her time these days freezing like a DOE caught in the headlights each time someone tries to acknowledge her presence. part of her thinks that she’s forgotten how to be seen at some point over the last three years — it turns out it’s a rather UNCOMFORTABLE ordeal, almost enough to make her miss the loneliness of a silent hotel room in the middle of nowhere.
january’s question is somewhat UNPRECEDENTED. so far, all that anyone wanted out of her were ANSWERS, which is incredibly unfortunate when she has absolutely none to give. it’s like most people can’t wrap their heads around the fact that she can’t control ANY of it. she thinks this might be the first time that someone’s stopped to ask how she’s doing, the first time that someone acknowledged what a toll this takes on her. “ the tests went okay, i think. as fine as they could, considering. ” she’s never sure how much she can say, always finding herself walking the fine line between being seen and disappearing, entirely. she doesn’t want to fuck it all up now that she has someone in front of her, actually listening. “ yeah. i mean, i’m used to it. it’s nothing... new. ” every time a new word leaves her lips, she feels like she’s bracing herself, waiting to see if THAT’S what’s pushed it over the edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “ i’m tired, kind of ready to go home, but OKAY, otherwise. ”
── ronan has never cared for prophecies. little good comes from knowing what’s coming, he’s found ; he’s been facing futures for as long he’s known ANYTHING, and the best it’s done is made him tired, cynical. still, there are bits of this latest vision that have been sticking to him, catching in his memory even as he’s tried to smooth past them. blood on someone’s hands, fresh. none of it is exactly a good omen, though that part of it he can’t help but dwell on, turning the image of it over in his mind until he’s worn himself out with it.
there’s little to do on campus though he’s got nowhere better to be, biding time on a bench outside one of the many locked doors that litter the place. there’s some quiet part of him that’s set himself there on PURPOSE, a precaution of sorts. if the blood is going to be his, he’d rather not be chased down on his own. at least the people there recognize him. besides, he’s been half-hoping to catch someone who knows something, anything, more than what they’ve been given in that spare message. earlier he’d seen a few employees leave the building beside him— yet, as always with the those he’s known through the database, they’d been elusive when he had anything to ask. and so now he waits, aimlessly, trying to shake out his tension by bouncing his leg slightly, holding a hand in a fist tight enough that he can feel his own fingernails bite at his skin. ronan feels coiled tight, everywhere.
“ i don’t think there’s anyone in there, anymore. ” he starts up, snatching at the opportunity for distraction, warning as someone else approaches ; surely he’s not the only one of the others searching for better answers. “ no one’s got anything to SAY around here, anyway, if you were looking to ask. left us in the fucking dark. ”
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆’𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈. years ago, when she’d first been cursed, the database employees she’d met at her registration had been the only people who could see her, who could hear her, who could look at her and know what kind of horrors she saw every day. she used to DREAM about a day where she could spend all of her time around these people and NEVER have to spend another day suffering in silent invisibility. of course, that was a long time ago. she’s older now, wiser, and she knows that something like that will never been in the cards for someone like her.
still, it’s a hard pill to swallow when she’s pulled into a sterile, isolated sort of room and shoved head-first into a series of trials to try and pull some sort of prophecy from her — there’s no comfort, no advice, no helping her at all. they just want her for the visions that she can see. and, well, that’s fine. it isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last. she learned a long time ago how to make herself useful where she can.
afterwards, she’s left wandering the database grounds, AIMLESS. she knows there’s nothing else that they need her for right now, they told her she was free to go but it still feels like there’s something that's waiting for her, here. her mind is somewhere else as she makes her way towards yet another door that’s almost certainly locked, just like every other one — so much so that she doesn’t even notice she’s walking right past someone until they’re speaking to her.
she blinks, once — being spoken to still feels a little unnerving — before she finds her voice again. “ oh. well, i wasn’t really looking for anyone. i think i’ve had about enough of them for a little while, ” she shrugs, though her hand pulls away from the handle of the door and falls at her side, anyway. it feels like there’s a very DISTINCT possibility that the second half of his warning is geared towards HER, in particular. the database badge in her pocket — the one stamped with the #0276372 that identifies her as the oracle behind the notification they ALL just received — feels heavy. instead of replying to that half, she chooses to take a seat on the other side of the bench and folds her hands in her lap. “ you’re the one with the monster, right ? i keep seeing these — well, i don’t know what it is, exactly, but you do, don’t you ? ”
“𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐏𝐒𝐒𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔.” mercy gestured towards the person lingering near her with a frantic finger, looking over her shoulder surreptitiously. her stomach made a sound even louder than her voice: she refused to eat the slop they served here, but she needed to eat something because she was fading. fast. the influencer broke out a twenty dollar bill.
“could you buy me a ho ho from the vending machine? i’m starving and i can’t go myself. it’s — not important why. i’ll let you keep the change.” mercy swallowed hard, trying to keep the ichor in her throat at bay, her hand tremoring at her side. “please.”
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔, only unfreezing once she realizes that the voice belongs to MERCY. despite how many years have passed since lou was living in los angeles and spending every day with mercy at her side, there was nothing shocking about finding her here. just as mercy had been able to put two and two together and craft a very basic understanding of lou’s curse, lourdes had realized very early on in their friendship that mercy carried a curse of her own, thanks to the girl’s incessant need to grab at her hands.
at her request, lou replies only by extending a hand, waiting for mercy to oblige and lay her own on top of her waiting palm. almost immediately, she’s met with an image of mercy she HOPES she can scrub from her mind soon — one that CLEARLY suggests food poisoning. “ hm, maybe you should get the chex mix instead. you know, for protein, ” she offers, the comment phrased like a suggestion despite the fact that her tone made it clear it was more of a warning.
“alright, let’s see what we’re working with.” although frankie used a plural tense, she wasn’t really in the business of talking to people. instead, she talked at them, unloading her entire stream of consciousness at them whether or not they were actually listening. it was a way to organize her thoughts for later, picking out things she might not have noticed the first two or ten times she read over the notification. she probably wouldn’t figure it out right then and there – she wasn’t that good – but it would be helpful for later.
she swiveled back around in the chair, glasses perched on the edge of her nose as she read back over the message on the computer. she spent some time on the database’s campus, and found that she could get work done there. plus, their computers were nice. “bright white light and burning heat…sounds pretty fucking godly to me. or a fire of some kind. arson? not likely around here, unless it was set by once of us, which is totally possible because of the familiar face thing.” her leg jiggled underneath the desk. the movement made the id card around her neck bounce a little, too. “ancient language? also could be godly. sucks we don’t know what it is, though.” she wasn’t too disappointed at the sparseness of the prophecy –– it would make it all the more satisfying to figure out. “and blood on hands. boring. some people around here are literally destined to die. that’s nothing new. hm…” she trailed off, leaning back in her chair and pushing her glasses back up. “i wonder.”
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 — not really. she’s always liked the sleepy, nowhere towns the BEST anyway. it’s easier to hide away from people there, to fly under the radar, to not be SEEN. except, here, people DO see her, and so far she’s found that there’s a definite learning curve to suddenly becoming visible. she spent so long running and bottling up her prophecies and her curse, burdened with the inability to tell anyone — not that she had anyone to tell, anyway — and she has yet to determine whether or not she likes the sudden and sharp change of tune. the way that everyone’s eyes used to gaze right past her, like she wasn’t there at all, left her feeling EMPTY but the newfound, expectant looks that she’s been met with here don’t do much to fill her up, either.
it doesn’t help that they’re broadcasted to the entirety of the database with a measure of certainty, either. part of her thinks that if the database is able to slap a label on how right or wrong she is, they ought to be able to help her, to do more to figure them out or something, too. that’s part of why she so easily found herself agreeing to meet with frankie in the first place — she was smart, she worked with the database, maybe she could help her. that, and she’s already met frankie once, though she’s not sure if the girl remembers that much. “ i don’t know, ” she admits, sounding half apologetic for it. she’d already told the database everything that she could see during their session, and she often found that the longer she sits on the visions, the more it ends up slipping away from her. “ it was bright and it was hot, i couldn’t see anything else so i don’t... i don’t know where it was coming from. ” a slow exhale of breath leaves her as she scrubs a hand over her face, trying to ward off an incoming migraine. “ the part i hate the most is that i saw SOMEONE, but i don’t know WHO. i couldn’t make out the details of their face enough to identify them i just knew they were... familiar. ”
greetings ladies, theydies, n gaydies ! it’s officially pride month / my birth month which means my power and chaos are both at their absolute highest so i apologize in advance :/ ANYWAY i’m hannah, i’m twenty but only for a couple more weeks, i’m kickin it in the est, n i use she/her pronouns ! now onto what you’re all here for ...
enter LOURDES CLEMONTE .
her app / bio are kind of Wild Rides but if ur in the business of reading i did send her app in the discord server n i also have Just her bio linked on her navigation tab as well as a stats page !! but i’ll try my best to summarize all the important stuff here !
also before we get started .. a quick TW for child loss, non-descriptive mentions of grooming, sexual harassment/assault, abuse, car crashes, n death and i THINK that’s everything
HISTORY.
it all started w her dad .. leopold clemonte.. in summary: fuck that guy !
he’s a hot shot author turned movie writer man but in order to gain all of his success he had to make a series of shady deals w none other than our petty king apollo
deal #1 was the life of her twin brother :(
deal #2 was her mother’s sanity aka she became like.. a ghost essentially who no longer speaks or interacts w anyone it’s very sad
deal #3 was meant to be lourdes
now to backtrack a minute, our girl lou went to school to become a playwright bc her whole life she was desperate to make herself seem worthy to her father n unfortunately leopold knew this and used it to his advantage when apollo demanded he pay off his debt
leopold essentially groomed her to please apollo and promised that she would have a hand in his business forever if she could do tht so she was like okay :)
until .. apollo’s price got too high... u know... n she dared to say no and for that she was Punished
aka cursed
but more about that later
anyway bc she royally pissed off apollo by rejecting him, leopold ALSO lost all his help in being famous and had to turn to a famously wealthy family in california known as the grimaldis
in order to get them to fund him, he forced lourdes to marry their son brooks who was Not A Nice Man
2 years into their marriage brooks died in a car accident tht lou Might have caused.. for legal reasons i can neither confirm nor deny whether tht happened but the police didn’t charge her so do with tht what you will
but she kind of went on the run anyway bc post-curse her doctors were like “nah this bitch is straight up crazy” and she knew her dad wasnt gonna b happy with her for another deal going sour so .. she ran ! and she’s kinda been hotel hopping between towns for the last 3 years trying her best not to interact w anyone !
CURSE.
lou’s curse is all abt prophecy baby !
okay so basically she can see the future of things/objects via touching them which was a whole big symbolic thing in the app bc she “deceived” apollo w her hands .. idk man here’s the line from the bio tht says it best
he binds her wrists and says because it was your hands you used to lie , now your hands will see the truth as he renders her incapable of touching anything or anyone without foreseeing an imminent doom . you will see but never be seen , he says . you will hear but never be heard .
ofc in true cassandra style, if she tries to talk to anyone abt her curse ever it’s like the earth swallowed her whole.. nobody can hear her.. nobody can see her.. nothing..
she also has absolutely no idea how to control it at all so like sometimes they’re very vivid images of something going to happen sometimes theyre more like bad feelings abt things .. it’s like a fun game where she never knows whats gonna happen and the prophecies ruin her life !
another quote bc im too lazy to resummarize things
the general rule of thumb , however , is that the smaller the vision , the easier it is to see clearly . small - scale or individual prophecies — like her university president having a heart attack — are generally more easy to distinguish . in comparison , the years of anguish that brooks would later cause her were much harder to pin down and presented themselves more as a more general sense of danger .
the only way she can stop it is with a literal.. physical barrier so she sometimes wears gloves but she can only have them on for a small amount of time before her body starts to reject it and make her Physically Unwell so she has to pick n choose man its unfortunate
EXTRA INFO.
man homegirl is Lonely.. big time... she’s just been avoiding human contact for such a long time she’s ALONE !
she has 2 major scars from the car accident, one on her left cheek from the windshield and one down her right shoulder/bicep from the window and both are very much noticeable :(
she very much loves this small town feeling bc she loves to b invisible and it’s so easy to in sleepy nowhere towns like this
she lives off the database property in like .. a tiny run down house that she’s putting all her time and energy into fixing up n she likes it a lot bc she hasnt had a home of her own in a long time
she also has a black cat named ernest, named after the play the importance of being earnest by oscar wilde
she’s also been working on a PLAY for the last few years, it’s a greek-esque tragic “romance” between the sun and the moon, where the sun is based on apollo and the moon is based on her and it does end with the sun realizing tht the moon is the only person w the power to eclipse him and extinguish him so get fucked apollo !
also speaking of writing she writes a letter home to her mom once every couple of months even tho like .. she can’t really read.. it’s very sad, lou is very sad, thank u for listening
ok this is already like .. stupid long.. so im gonna call it a day WHEW but thank u for reading n i think i’ve honestly already plotted w most of u but feel free 2 like this anyway n i’ll either slide into ur dms either to plot or just to say hey KSDJFSK :)
