I've been seeing angels In my living room That have walked the sun And have slept on the moon Covered in the fragrance Of their own perfume Telling me the stories Stories coming true Well you see these angels These angels see the light Yeah I had my troubles Troubles, all right I've been seeing angels Oh no They'll hold onto their secrets And tone our memories We float above horizons And sail across the seas I hope for better days And lately times are tough The angels give me strength And I'm not giving up So I wipe away my tears I unveil my pain They're brushing off my shoulders And I hold on to their stain I've been seeing angels x i o m a r a
Regent Witch | Twenty-Eight | Gemini
Freelance Artist
“Do you want me to lie to you?” Caleb questioned as he pulled the hoodie from over his head, tossing it down on the ground next to the cot he sat down on across from hers.
“I don’t know. Maybe?” She let out a sigh as she watched him take off his hoodie. “Do you think everything will be fine?”
Winona turned at the voice. Some relief flooded through her at seeing a familiar face. “Xiomara, I’m glad to see you.” She flashed her a small smile. “I’m not going to lie. I’m going a little stir crazy in here, but otherwise I think I’m doing okay… I’ve never been in a storm like this before though.”
“Same. I’m glad you’re okay.” She smiled through the sigh that left her mouth. “Yeah, neither have I. I guess we’ll have this experience together than. Maybe everything will be okay at the end of the day. Best to keep optimistic, right?”
The path to the fire station was treacherous, the major roadways that linked the town together had turned into rivers within a few hours. Trees, motorcycles, abandoned vehicles and other random debris that had been ripped from the outside of buildings floated down flooded streets. Shepard’s hands were still trembling from the nerve-wracking drive to the safe zone as he stepped out of his truck, his feet landing in well over a foot of standing water. His trip had been delayed due to a difficult last minute decision to open up all the gates that led to the pasture containing his two horses. Deep down he knew it was better to let the animals run free instead of leaving them to drown inside a fence. The realization dawned on him as he walked into the fire department that the citizens of East End were being corralled together like livestock awaiting slaughter. “Someone’s causing this. This shit isn’t nature,” Shepard remarked, his gaze traveling around the crowded shelter. He knew he had to stay busy or he would start to panic. “I’m heading down to the basement to see if any water’s gotten in and make sure the generators have fuel,” Shepard said, opening the door that lead to the downstairs level of the fire department. “Also, does anyone here know how to build a boat?” Shepard joked lamely before walking down the stairs.
It seemed things just kept getting worse and worse. How could it get this bad? There was nothing natural about this, that much was guaranteed. Mara was confused and scared and she had no idea what to do. “I wouldn’t head downstairs right now if I were you.” It was completely flooded down there. She was sure that he would only get himself hurt. Unless he had a great set of lungs on him. “I can’t say I know how to build a boat, but I wish I did.” All she could think to do was start a fire to keep everyone warm. However, given how unskilled she was with that particular gift at the moment, she wasn’t sure how that would play out. She could end up starting more problems than they already had. “Any other ideas?”
Delia had been watching Xiomara pace back and forth, seemingly in a panic, not knowing what to do to calm her down. Of course, Delia herself was freaked out enough knowing there was seemingly nothing that any of them could do to stop the destructive storm they were trapped in the middle of. However, the younger woman maintained a calm facade, in an attempt to not let Xiomara know just how panicked she was internally. “We’re going to be okay, we will make it out of here.” Delia stood directly in front of the regent witch, sighing heavily in return to the reality that there was nothing any of them could do. “We will not be stuck forever, we are not going to drown, just because there’s nothing any of us can do right now, even combined.. you cannot jump straight for the worst case scenario. We will figure something out, even if it means just to keep everyone in this building safe, alive.” Delia looked around to their follow townfolk in and around the surrounding beds. There were others in other rooms. Too many people. But they had to figure something out, not necessarily with any of their powers, simply just to ease the general panic and worry around the fire station. “Or maybe just even.. distracted.”
Once she heard Delia’s voice, she stopped and looked at the woman. Mara truly tried to focus on her words, but she was already panicking too much. Someone else being calm was barely helping, but she tried to take a deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. “We’re going to be okay, we will make it out of here,” she repeated. Another deep breath and she was slowly starting to relax. “Okay. Right. No need to lose my mind over this, right? Right? I’ve gotta make sure people are okay. That’s what I should do. Yeah.” She nodded her head as if that was final. “I could start a big fire, but I don’t think we want that in a fire station.”
The flood was surprising to say the least. Mara couldn’t remember the last time she saw something like this happen. Had anything like this ever happened in East End? She wasn’t really sure. All she knew was that she wanted to make sure people were okay. Starting with her friends of course. “Hey Winnie, you okay?”
“We need to get out of here. We have to get out of here. What if nothing changes? What if we’re just stuck? We’re all just gonna drown. I haven’t even lived my whole life yet. I haven’t done anything worthwhile. I—” She cut herself off before she fully got started. Not that she hadn’t already. Sitting down on the nearest bed, she took a deep breath. “We can’t do anything. I can’t do anything.”
Mara had tried meditating, but that was basically pointless. At the sound of footsteps amongst the rain outside, she looked up from her perch on the bed she had decided to occupy. “Please tell me you come bearing good news and that we’re not still stuck in here and that we can go home.”
“You’re right. It would be, like, the actual worst.” Nick laughed. “You know, you’re really cool. Like, even my brother would probably laugh at me. Do you wanna ride in the cop car?”
“I’m cool? Wow, thanks!” Nobody had actually said that to her before so she was actually genuinely grateful. “Aren’t brothers supposed to laugh at their siblings anyway? I feel like that’s a job if you have a sibling. Just annoy them a bunch. But I definitely wanna ride in the cop car. Can I sit in the front? Can I use the radio?”
Lana laughed at Mara’s words, despite the situation. But what really was the point of being grim and sad? “Well, moping about what happened wasn’t going to do anything. I think in a better state than most people. I am pissed off, though,” she said with a small frown. “Someone made me jump off a building, and for no fucking reason at all. I’m not okay with that.” She sighed. “But are you okay? Nothing happened to you, right?”
“I guess you’re right.” She was too fond of moping to fully agree, but she wasn’t going to disagree either. “I think it’s pretty redundant saying someone when we all know exactly who was behind this everyone being in the hospital thing.” Mara wouldn’t be surprised if they were planning something else right now. What else could they possibly do to an already pissed off town? One day, they would all find a way to get rid of the originals and then what would they do to scare the people of East End? “I’m perfectly fine. No need to ask me that. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. I need to go see Cashmere, too, but other than my friends being hurt, I’m fine.”
There was a lot happening right now and a lot that the council needed to fix. No one had any idea on how to stop the originals but they needed to figure something out—come up with a plan or a way to stop it. After what happened on the last full moon, they couldn’t risk letting anyone else die. So Nala was being assertive and sitting down with a council member that she hoped would have the power to help her. “Hey, sorry for calling you last minute,” the blonde began as she rose from her seat when she saw Xiomara enter through the council’s usual meeting area. It was just them right now, and hopefully, this way it would be easier than having a few other opinions thrown out there. “But thank you for coming. Figured it was time we just sit down and figure some things out.”
The Council was barely something Mara wanted to be a part of. It was basically something that was forced upon her given the circumstances she was under. She guessed being Regent meant she had way more responsibility than just her coven. However, it wasn’t like she would complain about it. She cared about the town and the people in it. Anyone that wanted to threaten the safety of the place she cared about would have a very angry Xiomara on their hands. When she had gotten a text from another council member in Nala Malraux, she decided she might as well show up. It was sure to not be a break, but it would take her mind off of the horrible thoughts going through her head on a daily basis. “What exactly are we figuring out? I can burn them to a crisp now if that’s what we’re feeling like doing?”