[shebanshee]

scvrwclf​:

“  i  wouldn’t  go  in  there  if  i  were  you. ”

“  with  all  due  respect  buddy,  you’re  just  making  me  wanna  go  in  there  more.  besides,  my  mother  always  told  me  not  to  talk  to  strangers  and,  unless  it  was  a  fever  dream,  or  some  alternate  world,  i  don’t  remember  having  the  absolute  PLEASURE  of  meeting  you,  so,  if  you  DON’T  mind.  ”

[shebanshee]

ofrcdeyes​:

“it really d e p e n d s on your drink of choice for the best mixer, i myself am a bloody mary kind of gal.” 

@reprievestarters​

“  that’s  a  brave  choice  -----  heard  they  give  a  hell  of  a  hangover,  and  me?  the  whole  name  BLOODY  MARY  gives  me  the  heebie  jeebies,  so  i’m  more  of  a  straight  vodka  girl.  never  really  had  the  energy  to  indulge  in  the  fancy  shit.  but,  surprise  me.  colour  me  intrigued.  ”

[shebanshee]

endeavcrs​:

     “does this place sell just a regular black coffee ?? or is it all froofy frappuccinos and pumpkin spiced golddust here too ??”

@reprievestarters​

“  UNFORTUNATELY  NOT,  you’d  be  in  better  luck  investing  in  a  hefty  good  pot  of  the  instant  stuff  from  the  mart  down  the  street,  or  there’s  julie’s  cafe  around  the  corner.  but  between  you  and  me,  you  could  probably  make  a  half  decent  cup  that  doesn’t  taste  as  shit.  welcome  to  hell.  ”

[shebanshee]

it  starts  like  an  awareness,  like  someone  tapping  their  nails  on  the  surface  of  a  counter  top.  unflinchingly  annoying,  but  something  she  could  push  down.  SWALLOWED  down  like  all  things  it  seems.  she  was  always  stuck  between  two  paths  with  who  she  was  -----  or  WHAT  she  was.  it  had  brought  about  so  much  trouble  for  her,  so  much  devastation  that  she  could  have  had  an  EASIER  life  without  it.  maybe  deep  down  she  believed  that  part  of  what  she  was,  was  the  reason  her  mother  was  dead.  SHE’D  NEVER  HAVE  ANSWERS.  but  she’d  bear  the  cross,  that  blame  that  was  the  most  suffocating  of  all.  it’s  okay,  she  hasn’t  been  able  to  breathe  unpolluted  air  in  over  five  years.  it’s  deserved.  the  tapping  then  changes  to  words,  normally  muttered,  and  over  time  getting  more  rushed,  more  haphazard,  more  demanding  to  attention.  once  it  gets  louder,  once  it  feels  like  needles  are  piercing  her  head,  or  that  her  skull  itself  is  constricting  her  brain.  is  when  her  throat  starts  to  ache.  THE  WORDS  AREN’T  ABLE  TO  BE  MADE  OUT. it’s  only  then,  once  she  feels  the  urge  that  the  trance  like  state  comes.  it’s  like  having  any  sense  of  control,  though  she’s  not  got  ANY  control  really,  over  her  life  -----  it’s  like  having  that  ripped  from  her  grasp.  THESE  LITTLE  TRIGGERS,  they  are  what  have  her  in  the  town  square,  under  shrouds  of  trees.  it’s  what  leaves  her  unseeing,  focused  on  one  thing  along.  and  then,  she  feels  it,  the  need  for  CLARITY,  the  need  to  free  her  bones  from  an  ice  prison.  and  so  she  gives  in,  because  she  wants  more  than  anything,  to  have  the  freedom.  with  freedom,  comes  the  ability  for  her  to  TRY  and  save  whoever  is  about  to  bite  it.  and  so  she  complies  with  the  more  dominant  side  of  herself,  and  lets  out  an  earsplitting,  window  shattering  shriek  like  scream.  it  ripples  from  her  throat,  through  the  entirety  of  her  body.  eyes  become  misty  from  it’s  violence,  her  heart  thudding  so  manically  in  her  chest.  IT’S  STARTLING,  it’s  a  reminder  she’s  alive.  once  it  comes  to  an  end,  she  takes  a  moment  to  suck  breaths  in,  to  compose  herself.  she  KNOWS  where  the  person  is,  her  mind  more  clear.  and  it’s  then  that  she  turns  around,  and  she  sees  him.  SHE  KNOWS  WHAT  HE  IS.  feels  it  in  an  uncomfy  twisting  of  her  gut  before  she  regards  his  face.  and  her  jaw  sets.  REAPERS,  the  kink  in  all  of  her  plans.  the  biggest  pains  in  the  ----  or  her  ass.  and  she’s  scoffing,  shaking  her  head.  if  he  was  here,  he  may  stop  her.  she  couldn’t  fail.  couldn’t  let  someone  pass,  when  she  had  the  ability  to  save  them.  “  as  MUCH  as  i’m  sure  you  enjoyed  the  show,  clearly  someone’s  going  to  die,  so  i  better  go  ----  can’t  be  late  when  someone  needs  my  help.  and  besides,  you  kinda  make  my  skin  crawl,  with  your  stench  of  death.  ”       /       @zcinx​    .

[shebanshee]

joelharper​:

Bags under his eyes, he hadn’t slept in days and he wasn’t sure why but he was pretty sure that it had to do with this new environment. Putting out the cigarette, he ran a hand over his face and sighed, “I’m starting to think I should invest in melatonin”

mind  had  led  her  down  a  rabbit  hole,  which  was  nothing  UNUSUAL,  especially  when  she  was  outside  around  so  many  people.  it  lead  to  buzzing  voices  both  in  her  head  and  in  the  environment.  she  was  still  adjusting  to  being  able  to  fully  TUNE  them  out  in  a  healthier  way  than  finding  answers  at  the  bottom  of  a  bottle  of  vodka.  it  HELPED  when  she  was  really  desperate  for  some  peace.  the  voice  of  the  person  across  from  her,  from  her  seat  upon  the  bench  has  her  head  turning.  and  she  lets  emeralds  scan  over  his  features.  she  notices  the  SHALLOW  graves  beneath  his  eyes,  how  sleep  seemed  to  have  fled  from  him,  and  she  relates.  she  hadn’t  always  been  able  to  get  a  regular  sleeping  pattern  either.  “  maybe  you  should,  or  some  sleeping  pills.  i’ve  heard  they  let  you  SLEEP  like  the  dead.  ”

[shebanshee]

nephilimxeve​:

every so often the smile slipped, like now when she was bone tired. eve slept less than most, but that didn’t always stop the exhaustion from seeping in. she was still stuck in a strange town, after all. in the middle of who knows what dimension or universe or whatever. that was enough to mess with a person to say the least.

the combination of a weary body and overtaxed mind was prime game for not paying the least bit of attention where she was going. it didn’t take long until she found herself colliding with someone or something hard enough to toss the brunette on her ass. 

“ow,” she hissed, whether it actually hurt or she just expected it to was anyone’s guess. either way she glanced up, hoping she’d knocked into a pole, not a person, but apologizing instinctively. “i’m so sorry.”

it  was  easy  for  her  mind  to  shut  off  it’s  core  processes,  especially  when  either  listening  to  her  banshee  senses.  or  when  she  just  wanted  a  short  spurt  of  a  break,  even  if  it  did  never  last.  that  was  KIND  of  her  choice  in  the  last  few  minutes.  being  overwhelmed  enough  to  revert  to  just  existing.  to  just  being,  until  the  feeling  of  suffocation  subsided.  it  wasn’t  always  a  fix,  but  it  gave  a  shot  at  release.  at  air  filling  her  lungs  without  obstruction  from  unwelcome  forces.  and  so,  she’s  to  blame  too,  for  her  lack  of  paying  attention.   her  head  springs  back  into  action  when  she  feels  the  collision,  emeralds  scanning  down  to  the  girl,  and  features  filling  with  apology.  HER  WANTING  TO  APOLOGISE,  wasn’t  a  regular  thing.  and  instead,  she  leans  her  hand  out,  an  offering  of  assistance,  for  the  girl to  take. IT  WAS  THE  LEAST  SHE  COULD  DO.  “ hey  no,  don’t  worry  about  it.  i  was  in  a  whole  other  world,  and  didn’t  pay  attention  either.  ” there’s  a  hint  of  a  smile,  and  she  lets  a  laugh  fall.  for  a  moment,  allowing  a  sense  of  relaxation  to  enter  her  form.  it  wouldn’t  last,  but  she  clings  to  it.  “  are  you  alright  ?  ”

[feilcityqueen]

[shebanshee]

rcisehclls​:

( tagging  @shebanshee​  )

his  feet  hit  the  ground  with  a  dull  thud.  the  mortal  cup’s  tucked  under  one  arm  while  his  fingers  wrap  tightly  around  the  hilt  of  the  mortal  sword.  even  deactivated  as  it  is,  he  knows  its  importance.  he  has  no  intentions  of  letting  either  of  the  mortal  instruments  fall  into  the  hands  of  his  enemies.  his  lessers.   

there’s  no  telling  where  exactly  this  portal’s  dropped  him  —  it  appeared  just  as  suddenly  as  he’d  stepped  through  —  but  given  the  clave  were  just about  to  take  him  into  custody  …  it  was  the  better  of  the  bad  options.

he  stashes  the  mortal  instruments  in  a  safe  place  away  from  prying  eyes,  locking  them  away  with  his  stele  until  he  can  come  back  for  them.   he’s  just  emerging  from  the  shadows,  dusting  off  the  legs  of  his  pants,  when  he  sees  a  familiar  face.   clarissa.   maybe  it  would  be  smarter  to  sneak  up  on  her,  prey  on  the  element  of  surprise,  but  irritation  makes  him  victim  to  his  own  hubris.   she  did,  after  all,  recently  detrail  his  plan  to  destroy  all  downworlders.   

DADDY’S  ANGRY.

“  well,  well. ”   his  words  are  a  drawl,  stele  activating  his  strength  and  stamina  runes  in  case  this  turns  into  a  fight.   “  look  who  it  is.   clarissa.   nice  to  see  you  again. ”

the  majority  of  the  time  the  banshee  tried  to  keep  out  of  trouble,  apart  from  her  interference  with  the  course  of  death  -----  for  her  own  TRAGIC  reasons,  of  course.  but  other  than  that  she  spent  time  mostly  just  keeping  out  of  town  gossip.  keeping  to  herself.  having  lived  there  her  whole  life,  she  used  to  be  a  lot  more  INVOLVED.  she  recalls  memories  of  her  mother  baking  for  fates,  or  her  performing  in  variety  shows.  but  that  long  since  passed  with  growing  up,  and  the  broken  corpse  of  her  mother  on  their  living  room  floor.  NOTHING  LIKE  LOSS  TO  TRULY  BRING  YOU  CRASHING  BACK  DOWN  TO  REALITY.   even  if  she  wants  to  keep  out  of  the  drama  of  reprieve,  it  didn’t  stop  the  whispers  in  her  head.  how  they  ricochet  off  her  brain  and  fizzle  like  air  in  a  tin  can  against  her  skull.  a  true  fucking  nuisance,  really.  and  so  she  knows  there’s  more  souls  there,  more  people.  all  more  lost  than  she  was,  or  maybe  she’s  right  there  with  them.  she  isn’t  sure.  it’s  on  impulse  alone  that  she’s  in  the  town  square,  emeralds  glancing  through  a  sea  of  people,  keeping  her  distance,  but  watching.  maybe  part  of  her  feels  like  she  can  help,  or  she  likes  to  think  that.  it’s  a  comfort,  deep  down.  she  won’t  acknowledge  it,  because  it  means  acknowledging  years  of  trauma,  that  she’d  kept  locked  up  tight  in  a  box.  but  it  makes  her  NOT  feel  useless.   the  voice  snaps  her  out  of  her  dissociation,  she’d  been  listening  to  the  background  noise,  both  in  her  head  and  in  the  town.  and  yet,  the  voice  could  have  faded  into  the  background.  but  it’s  very  real  -----  at  least,  demanding  of  her  attention.  it’s  authoritative,  and  with  the  tone,  she  feels  her  heart  ache.  SHE’D  LONG  SINCE  BEEN  ESTRANGED  FROM  HER  DAD.  it  didn’t  mean  she  didn’t  miss  him.  or  crave  the  days  where  she’d  spilled  cherry  soda  on  a  white  rug  and  got  the  lecture  from  hell.  things  were  simpler  then.  she’s  turning,  confusion  on  her  features,  and  then  the  name  comes.  and  her  nose  crinkles.  AGAIN?  it’s  not  like  she’d  been  comfortable  in  her  own  identity  for  a  while,  but  now  being  in  the  midst  of  being  assumed  as  someone  else.  there’s  NOTHING  more  crazy  annoying  than  it.  clearly,  this  man  has  some  issue  with  this  girl,  and  she’s  curious,  really.  “ listen,  it’s  clearly  not  long  enough.  if  this  is  a line,  or  some  kinda  way  of  coming  ONTO  me,  please  find  someone  else  and  some  NEW  material.  it’s  CREEPY,  and  downright  RUINING  an  already  rubbish  day.  i  don’t  know  you,  and  i  don’t  particularly  want  to.  so  please,  GO  AWAY.  ”

[shebanshee]

bludsukka​:

(  tagging  @shebanshee​  )

knowing  he’s  not  alone,  that  somefixtures  of  his  former  life  still  exist  here  in  this  straight-out-of-a-sci-fi-movie  town,  has  been  a  relief.   with  clary  around,  he’s  felt  it  easier  to  breathe  when  the  panic  sets  in  and  the  homesickness  threatens  to  pull  him  under.   so  when  he  spots  her  from  across  the  supermarket,  he  abandons  his  cookie  crisp  cereal  and  comes  up  from  behind  her.   “  guess  who. ”  he  teases,  grin  on  his  face  before  shifting  to  stand  in  front  of  her.   “  you’re  —  wait. ”   he  pauses,  brows  furrowed.   there’s  something  …  different,  about  her.    “  hold  on.   when  did  you  decide  to  go  blonde  ? ”   

the  last  few  days  had  been  pretty  drab  for  the  banshee,  she’d  spent  some  much  needed  time  on  her  couch  with  day  old  pizza,  vodka  and  re-runs  of  jerry  springer.  it  was  some  fucked  up  form  of  SELF  CARE.  at  least  that’s  what  she’ll  say,  really  ----  it  was  a  lack  of  motivation,  maybe  she  was  lost.  it  wasn’t  easy  listening  to  voices  all  the  time.  HER  MIND  HADN’T  BEEN  HERS  FOR  A  LONG  TIME.  since  the  age  of  fourteen  to  be  exact.  it  was  a  fucking  tragedy.  and  every  so  often,  her  body  seemed  to  collapse  under  the  weight.  into  it’s  self.  and  she  could  only  comply,  and  wait  for  the  chaos  to  subside,  so  she  can  exist.  though  she  doesn’t  remember  the  last  time  she  felt  like  she  was  living.  instead,  she  gets  by  on  auto  pilot,  on  her  supernatural  side,  and  she’s  long  ignored  her  HUMAN  needs.  she  had  yet  to  find  a  reason  to  want  to  live.  it’s  something  that  hits  her  on  her  third  day  on  the  couch,  though  it’ll  once  again  go  ignored  another  time  after  she  becomes  overwhelmed  again.  but  she  realises,  she  needs  actual  food.  she  needs  nourishment.  it’s  why  she  braves  the  outdoors.  lets  herself  mingle  among  civilians  that  talk  way  too  loud,  amongst  karen’s  demanding  their  forty  cents  back  because  they  were  overcharged.  THIS  IS  WHY  HER  HOME  IS  HER  SAFE  HAVEN.   it’s  supposed  to  be  a  get  in,  and  GET  OUT.  and  yet,  someone’s  bothering  her,  the  last  thing  she  wants.  and  she’s  letting  her  jaw  clench  for  a  second,  before  he  comes  into  view.  GUESS  WHO?  was  she  supposed  to  know  this  person?  it’s  for  a  second  that  she  doubts  herself.  (  so  long  focused  on  saving  others,  that  she  wonders  if  this  is  someone  she  knew  before.  that  her  parents  knew.  )  she’s  puzzled,  without  words.  and  for  a  second  she  just  looks  at  him.  not  exactly  sure  of  what  to  say.  the  question  of  her  hair,  has  her  hand  reaching  up  absentmindedly  to  push  it  from  her  face.  “  i  needed  a  change.  a  reinvention.  ”  she  offers,  she’s  treading  carefully,  not  wanting  to  give  too  much  away.  LORD  KNOWS  SHE’S  PISSED  SOME  PEOPLE  OFF.  but  he  seems  glad  to  see  her,  and  her  heart  for  a  moment  springs  to  life,  to  swell  at  the  look  on  his  face.  she  doesn’t  want  to  drop  the  bombshell,  but  her  mouth  moves  before  her  mind  can  catch  up.  “  uh . . .  sorry,  but  do  i  KNOW  you  ?  ”

[shebanshee]

( katherine mcnamara, 20, she/her ) welcome to reprieve, AZALEA KELSEY. rumor has it they are a BANSHEE, from REPRIEVE but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the DELTA district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine SKULL SHATTERING SCREAMS, COMBAT BOOTS, and LAUGHTER SO WARM THAT IT’S WORTHY OF HAPPY ENDINGS.

once again,  it’s ya girl essy.  and  this is my banshee babe,  azalea.  so i’m going to just give a quick run down of who she is,  and her background.  i’m a little late getting it done due to currently being ill. 

HER STORY.  

azalea is a banshee / harbinger of death  ,  the lore of which is mostly centred around this  ,  which some influences from history and irish / scottish folklore which i’m still working out  .  the main being that it’s not just deaths caused by supernatural that she can feel  . 

she’s always lived in reprieve,  with her family.   born after a horrendous time of them trying for a baby,  she was the greatest gift possible that they could have ever wanted.  and she was always so loved.  

there wasn’t always a time where she knew what she was — there was an instance as a child where she’d be in trances, even so young as three  .  she saw her first dead body at the age of five  ,  having taken off in a park from the swing set with her mother chasing after her in a frantic worry  .  she’d found a person who’d overdosed and collapsed  .  and while she didn’t understand  ,  there was nothing quite like the frenzy she was in  ,  a terror of tears that her mother tried her best to console by saying that the man was simply sleeping  .  but azalea while she accepted it  ,  it didn’t cure the dread that lingered in the pit of her stomach  .

being an only child  ,  she had a happy childhood  ,  she was happy  —-  loved even  ,  a sweet girl with a pure heart  .  but that all changed when she turned fourteen  .  she’d been over a friends house  ,  doing homework when she had to leave  ,  and hadn’t looked where she was going crossing the street  —-  being hit by a car  ,  lead to her being a coma for weeks  ,  on the verge of death and life  .  it was this that fully triggered her banshee abilities  .  it was while she was in a coma that her first full premonition came to her  ,  that lead to her startling awake early hours with an almighty scream  —-  a scream that shook the building  ,  smashed windows  —–  and quaked her to her core  .  because that scream sounded the thought  ,  the premonition she didn’t want to accept  ,  because it was the prediction of her mother’s death  .  

this lead to her ripping out her iv’s  ,  and fleeing the hospital  ,  as fast as her exhausted body could take her  —-  in pursuit of her mother  ,  in hopes that she could stop what was going to happen  .  no matter how hard she pushed her failing body  ,  that was still filled with sleep  ,  she was too late  .  she’d gotten home to a busted door  ,  a littered room with all their family pictures  ,  glass everywhere and her mother’s body  .  she’d screamed out in agony as she cradled her  ,  tears cascading her cheeks  ,  voice raw from begging her to come back  .  after that she’d been catatonic for a while  ,  angry at herself for failing her mother  ,  she’d cried all her tears  .  she was angry at her father for working  ,  for whatever happened to her mother  ,  for not knowing what happened or why she was gone when she’d come back  .

she spent the remaining years avoiding getting close to people  —-  trying to save those who she could  ,  after making a vow with herself to never fail someone again  .  she couldn’t take back what is passed  ,  but it’s what pushes her to try and protect and stop the inevitable  .  she’s estranged from her father after years of her own limits holding her back from forgiving him and forgiving herself  .  there was nothing for her to say now  .  maybe part of her thought he blamed her  ,  for the accident  ,  for what lead after it  .  

after research  ,  she finally understood what and who she was  —-  what she was meant to do  —-    she was the wailing woman  ,  a banshee  ,  and it was one of the worst things that ever happened to her  .  it was something she didn’t want and didn’t ask for  .  azalea wanted only peace  .  and so she did her best  ,  when screaming or being alerted to death  ,  she tried to save as many as she could  —-  and she succeeded a lot  ,  some she failed  .  notches under her belt of all the things she’d done wrong and never let go  .  

she takes not being able to save everyone extremely hard,  because for her it’s like being back there in that very moment when she found her mother.  she knows that trying to stop the process of people dying,  is tampering with what is the natural order,  and yet she doesn’t care.  MAYBE she gave up caring about herself a long time ago.  in fact because of everything she went through,  has made reprieve a prison for her.  or maybe who she is,  is the true prison. so disrupting life?  or the end of it for some,  it’s worth it.  it’s what keeps her going,  damn to those who try and get in her way. 

azalea is very hesitant to get close to people  ,  maybe believing it’s easier to be alone after losing her mother and not being able to stop it  —-  she doesn’t want to be weak and experience that kinda loss again  ,  she’s subsequently protecting herself  .  she runs on autopilot a lot  ,  has a very sarcastic bitchy nature  ,  but underneath the cold exterior  ,  she’s warm  —-  very kind  ,  and just wants to be loved  .  even if she knows it’ll only end one way

[canarynetwork]

[shebanshee]

frcmashes​:

he’s  coughing  as  he  pulls  himself  up  out  of  the  water,  lungs  burning  in  his  chest  as  he  flops  onto  his  back.   a  low  chuckle  slips  out  from  between  his  lips,  a  glance  at  the  waterproof  watch  on  his  wrist  confirming  his  suspicions.  “ six  minutes. ”  he  murmurs,  letting  his  head  fall  back  against  the  dock.  “  cool.  new  record. ”   behind  him,  the  flames  lick  the  surface  of  the  water  —  a  side-effect  of  a  phoenix’s  resurrection.  given  the  hour,  he’d  expected  to  be  alone  …  but  a  clearing  of  the  throat  in  the  distance  draws  his  attention.   panic  surges  through  him,  struggling  into  a  sitting  position  as  he  stumbles  over  his  words.   “  i  —  can  explain  this. ”   no,  he  definitely  can’t.

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐘  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎  𝐀  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄  ,    it  was  something  that  was  usual  given  her  being  a  banshee  -----  and  the  whole  predicting  death  spiel  .  it  was  more  hassle  than  it  was  worth  ,  and  now  that  she  had  left  town,  and  reconnected  with  that  part  of  herself.  it  was  like  it  was  alive,  like  ignoring  it  isn’t  an  option  anymore.  and  so  she’s  not  far  from  the  lake  ,  only  coming  to  a  stop  just  before  the  dock  when  awareness  kicks  in  .  she’s  slightly  dazed  and  confused  ,  having  not  pushed  to  save  people  for  a  while.  (   in  fact,  as  selfish  as  it  sounded,  her  life  had  been  about  something  far  more  important.  a  pain  in  the  ass  reaper  who  had  broken  down  her  walls  with  such  an  ease  ----  proving  that  he’d  belonged  in  the  very  heart  she  had  closed  off  to  so  many.  AND  SHE  HADN’T  WANTED  TO  COMPLICATE  THAT  WITH  THEIR  OPPOSING  VIEWS  AND  THEIR  SPECIES.   )

  emeralds  are  surveying  the  area,  and  she’s  getting  ready  to  take  a  swan  dive  into  the  water,  at  least  to  try  and  save  them.  though  it  looks  like  she’s  too  late.  THE  HEARTBREAKING  REALITY  WITH  BEING  A  BANSHEE.  mind  flits  back  to  being  too  late  to  save  her  mother,  and  the  blood  in  her  veins  runs  ice  cold.  but  as  she  takes  a  step  toward  the  water,  he  bursts  out  of  it,  and  she’s  taken  aback.  both  in  shock  from  his  reappearance,  and  then  by  how  enticing  the  flames  licking  the  water  was.  guess  she  wasn’t  needed  after  all.  she’s  crossing  arms  over  her  middle,  coughing  to  alert  her  presence  before  he  starts  to  ramble  and  splutter  to  save  himself.  his  previous  words  before  he  knew  she  was  there  have  provided  enough  insight  to  this  being  some  kind  of  SICK  experiment,  and  that  grates  on  her.  this  part  of  her,  having  to  be  suffocated  by  the  presence  of  death  had  been  a  curse  for  as  long  as  she  could  remember,  and  now  there  were  people  so  willingly  dancing  with  death  for  FUN.  and  she  was  losing  control  of  herself  to  attempt  to  stop  it,  or  at  least  to  be  lead  to  the  bodies.  “  you’d  better  start  TALKING.  and  fast.  ”  she  comments,  eyes  ablaze,  as  they  bore  into  the  sodden  boy.  “  do  you  happen  to  ENJOY  dying  ?  it  seems  like  this  is  some  joke,  or  have  i  gathered  this  wrong  ?  ”  head  nods  to  the  watch  upon  his  wrist.  ALL  SHE  WANTS  IS  SOME  UNDERSTANDING.  and  some  peace,  god  some  peace  would  be  nice.  

[shebanshee]

zcinx​:

sometimes  it’s  the  simple  things  that  make  life  worth  living.   or  existing,  rather,  given  he’s  not  quite  alive.  semantics.  however  way  you  look  at  it,  even  beings  with  cosmic  awareness  can  enjoy  things  like  ice-cream  on  a  scorching  summer  day;  flavor  (  cotton  candy  )  picked  after  meticulous  observation.  he’s  just  about  to  try  it,  see  what  all  the  hype  is  about,  when  something  pricks  at  his  awareness.  it’s  a  feeling  he  knows  all  too  well,  one  he  used  to  associate  with  a  pint-sized  headache.   banshees.  somewhere  nearby.   a  quick  scan  finds  the  responsible  party  quickly,  though  his  shock  sees  the  ice-cream  cone  slip  between  clumsy  fingers.  

the  last  time  he  saw  azalea,  it  was  in  the  shadows  cast  from  the  moonlight  in  his  bedroom.  there  one  minute  and  gone  the  next.  he  knew  humans  could  be  restless,  often  tossed  and  turned,  or  even  struggled  to  stay  asleep,  so  he  incorrectly  assumed  she’d  come  back.   THAT  WAS  SIX  WEEKS  AGO.   what  she’s  doing  here,  now,  is  anyone’s  guess.   “  i’d  say  welcome  back. ”   his  quip  is  dry,  gaze  staring  forlornly  down  at  the  ice-cream  melting  into  dreamy  swirls  by  his  feet.  “  —  but  i  don’t  want  to. ”   succinct,  petty,  and  to  the  point;   his  specialty.   “  bye. ”   the  turn  is  immediate,  all  instincts  screaming  to  put  distance  between  them.   it’s  a  red  herring  though,  a  false  indication,  because  if  he  really  wanted  to  escape  her  he  could  have  teleported  away;   the  fact  that  he  hasn’t speaks  volumes.  @shebanshee​

𝐢𝐭  𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲  𝐭𝐨  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ,  especially  given  the  circumstances  in  which  she  up  and  left  -----  and  part  of  her  was  still  confused  as  to  why  she’d  even  ventured  into  the  town.  hadn’t  she  spent  her  whole  life  already  running  ? and  now,  what  ? had  that  changed  ?  clearly not,  given  that  she  had  done  it  for  the  past  six  weeks.  and  yet,  even  when  she’d  left,  there  was  a  yearning  so  potent,  something  she  felt  in  her  very  bones.  a  need  to  come  back.  BACK  HOME.  because  this  had  been  the  only  place  she’d  felt  at  ease,  that  she’d  made  a  life  for  herself,  and  she’d  sacrificed  it  in  minutes,  instead  of  being  upfront  about  the  issues  she  was  facing.  she’d  let  it  get  so  bad  -----  she’d  let  herself  be  ruled  by  what  she  was,  rather  than  take  control  over  it.  it  could  be  argued  that  she  never  truly  had full  control  over  it  anyway,  especially  with  how  it  had  literally  lost  her,  her  life  for  her  interference.  there  was  an  awareness  within  her,  a  feeling  almost  like  a  the  prickling  of  pins  and  needles,  it  goes  hand  in  hand  with  the  shiver  like  sensation  that  creeps  down  her  spine. A  REAPER.  and  yet,  while  their  species  were  supposed  to  oppose  her,  she  can’t  help  that  her  heart  picks  up,  she  can’t  help  the  secret  hope  that  it’s  him.  SHE’D  RUINED  ANY  CHANCES  FOR  THEM.  she  knows  that,  but  it  didn’t  change  how  she  felt  about  him.  the  most  real  feeling  she’d  experienced  in  such  a  long  time.  that  she’d  ALLOWED  herself  to  entertain.  MAYBE  THEY  WERE  DOOMED  FROM  THE  START. emerald  hues  scan  to  meet  him  as  she  turns,  and  she’s  swallowing  hard  -----  forcing  down  her  emotions,  though  it’s  not  easy.  it  feels  like  she’s  about  to  choke  on  them.  or  that  they’re  trying  to  crawl  their  way  BACK  out  of  her  throat. hand  pushes  a  long  now  dyed  blonde  curl  from  her  face,  a  nervous  reaction  ----  instinctual  defence  mechanism.   the  reception  she  receives  is  expected,  but  it  doesn’t  feel  any  better,  she  bows  her  head  for  a  moment,  casting  a  glance  to  the  melted  dessert  in  front  of  him.  eyebrow  quirks,  almost  slightly  amused  that  he  was  enjoying  human  delicacies. HAD  SHE  BEEN  THE  ONE  TO  KICK  START  SOME  OF  THIS  ? as  he’s  turning  to  leave,  she  sighs.  any  hope  she  feels  is  vibrating  within  the  confines  of  a  chaos  littered  chest,  and  she’s  not  sure  how  to  react.  but  he  doesn’t  go.  he  doesn’t  vanish,  like  she  had  seen  so  many  times  before. “  so  i  guess  you’re  not  going  to  go  POOF  like  you  do  -----  ”  lips  quirk  almost,  and  she  bites  it  back,  hand  reaches  out  to  his  shoulder,  resting  atop,  almost  to  stop  him.  it’s  pulled  back  as  quick  as  it  happens  -----  she’s  overstepping,  she’s  sure  of  it.  “  i’m  sorry,  zain.  ”  words  are  murmured,  sincere,  and  she  doesn’t  know  what  else  to  say  other  than  that.  that  could  sum  it  up.  “  please  -----  i  know  i  DON’T  deserve  it,  and  you  have  ever  single  right  to  run  for  the  hills,  but  please  let  me  explain.  i  know  i fucked  up,  majorly.  i  ruined  us.  but  please  let  me  tell  you  why  i  left.  i  can  buy  you  another  ice  cream  too,  PEACE  OFFERING  ?  ”

[shebanshee]

𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄  𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆,  almost  alive  with  the  amount  of  voices  she  could  hear  -----  it  was  giving  her  the  most  explosive  of  pains  between  her  eyebrows.  like  needles  piercing  flesh,  she  didn’t  expect  this  to  be  so  overwhelming  to  come  back  to.  ESPECIALLY  WHEN  THE  TOWN  WAS  MORE  PROMINENT  FOR  COMING  BACK  TO  LIFE  INSTEAD  OF  BEING  DEAD.  maybe  the  dead  that  didn’t  come  back  were  jealous,  that  would  make  sense.  it  didn’t  help  that  someone  was  tapping  away  at  the  table  opposite,  it  was  ricocheting  almost,  making  the  sounds  she  already  had  to  SUFFER  with  a  million  times  worse.  fingertips  reach  up  to  rub  at  her  temples,  in  attempt  to  soothe  the  ache  ----  thankfully  it  wasn’t  as  bad  as  before  she  left.  but  the  noise  interference  from  others,  it  didn’t  sit  well  for  her.  jaw  clenches,  so  hard  that  she’s  surprised  her  teeth  don’t  break,  before  she’s  snapping.  “  listen  buddy,  i  get  that  you’re  impatient,  you  can  do  you  and  whatever,  but  do  it  without  annoying  the  rest  of  the  population.  please.  HAVE  some  consideration.  i’m  positive  everyone  else  here  agrees  with  me.  it’s  NOT  going  to  make  the  waitress  serve  you  quicker.  ”

[zorelkara]

[shebanshee]

@zcinx

[luthor-s]

“Dad?”

[shebanshee]

( katherine mcnamara, 20, she/her ) welcome to san francisco, ALEXIA KELSEY. rumor has it they are a BANSHEE, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine skull shattering screams, combat boots, laughter sounding so warm that sounds worthy of happy endings. ( essy, 24, she/her, gmt ) 

hey my loves, it’s your favourite messy disaster girl essy, and i had to bring this babe back because i missed her more than LITERAL words. so all of her info will be below the read more. :)) 

HER STORY. 

alexia is a banshee / harbinger of death  ,  the lore of which is mostly centred around this  ,  which some influences from history and irish / scottish folklore which i’m still working out  .  the main being that it’s not just deaths caused by supernatural that she can feel  .  

there wasn’t always a time where she knew what she was — there was an instance as a child where she’d be in trances, even so young as three  .  she saw her first dead body at the age of five  ,  having taken off in a park from the swing set with her mother chasing after her in a frantic worry  .  she’d found a person who’d overdosed and collapsed  .  and while she didn’t understand  ,  there was nothing quite like the frenzy she was in  ,  a terror of tears that her mother tried her best to console by saying that the man was simply sleeping  .  but alexia while she accepted it  ,  it didn’t cure the dread that lingered in the pit of her stomach  . being an only child  ,  she had a happy childhood  ,  she was happy  —-  loved even  ,  a sweet girl with a pure heart  .  but that all changed when she turned fourteen  .  she’d been over a friends house  ,  doing homework when she had to leave  ,  and hadn’t looked where she was going crossing the street  —-  being hit by a car  ,  lead to her being a coma for weeks  ,  on the verge of death and life  .  it was this that fully triggered her banshee abilities  .  it was while she was in a coma that her first full premonition came to her  ,  that lead to her startling awake early hours with an almighty scream  —-  a scream that shook the building  ,  smashed windows  —–  and quaked her to her core  .  because that scream sounded the thought  ,  the premonition she didn’t want to accept  ,  because it was the prediction of her mother’s death  .  

this lead to her ripping out her iv’s  ,  and fleeing the hospital  ,  as fast as her exhausted body could take her  —-  in pursuit of her mother  ,  in hopes that she could stop what was going to happen  .  no matter how hard she pushed her failing body  ,  that was still filled with sleep  ,  she was too late  .  she’d gotten home to a busted door  ,  a littered room with all their family pictures  ,  glass everywhere and her mother’s body  .  she’d screamed out in agony as she cradled her  ,  tears cascading her cheeks  ,  voice raw from begging her to come back  .  after that she’d been catatonic for a while  ,  angry at herself for failing her mother  ,  she’d cried all her tears  .  she was angry at her father for working  ,  for whatever happened to her mother  ,  for not knowing what happened or why she was gone when she’d come back  . she spent the remaining years avoiding getting close to people  —-  trying to save those who she could  ,  after making a vow with herself to never fail someone again  .  she couldn’t take back what is passed  ,  but it’s what pushes her to try and protect and stop the inevitable  .  she’s estranged from her father after years of her own limits holding her back from forgiving him and forgiving herself  .  there was nothing for her to say now  .  maybe part of her thought he blamed her  ,  for the accident  ,  for what lead after it  .   after research  ,  she finally understood what and who she was  —-  what she was meant to do  —-    she was the wailing woman  ,  a banshee  ,  and it was one of the worst things that ever happened to her  .  it was something she didn’t want and didn’t ask for  .  alexia wanted only peace  .  and so she did her best  ,  when screaming or being alerted to death  ,  she tried to save as many as she could  —-  and she succeeded a lot  ,  some she failed  .  notches under her belt of all the things she’d done wrong and never let go  .   it was at the age of nineteen that she’d done what she normally did  ,  tried to save someone  ,  only it went wrong  —-  she’d gone up against a supernatural being  ,  using her powers  ,  the strength behind her scream to obliterate them  ,  but it failed and it cost her life  .  her life in the place of a teenage boys  ,  and maybe she was accepting  ,  maybe she was happy to go if it meant not failing another person  .  her coming back had been a strange feeling  ,  it was like she could hear and feel everything again all of a sudden  ,  that she could feel not only her own overwhelming grief she tried to suppress  ,  but the warnings to come  .  in her very bones  . alexia is very hesitant to get close to people  ,  maybe believing it’s easier to be alone after losing her mother and not being able to stop it  —-  she doesn’t want to be weak and experience that kinda loss again  ,  she’s subsequently protecting herself  .  she runs on autopilot a lot  ,  has a very sarcastic bitchy nature  ,  but underneath the cold exterior  ,  she’s warm  —-  very kind  ,  and just wants to be loved  .  even if she knows it’ll only end one way  .  

PREVIOUSLY.

alexia came back to life,  in san francisco,  and found it horrendously hard to adjust, the lack of abilities was an adjustment and yet because she was a bit more free she had the opportunity to be herself again, without the burdens.  she had the original displeasure, and later pleasure of bumping into someone from her past.  a reaper,  called zain.  now, her and zain’s history was a treacherous one,  him trying to reap the souls that were due to die,  her fighting and using her abilities to save them.  were they ever truly made for anything OTHER than being on the opposite sides?  it seemed so,  after what was supposedly a dream where she got to see him as the vulnerable,  a panic attack of all things stopped with her lips finding his.  and suddenly even though he was the one struggling for oxygen,  it was her that felt like she could finally BREATHE again.  suddenly he wasn’t a pain in the ass anymore,  or he was and it was something she could tolerate because the good outweighed the bad. they had a chance at normality,  not having to give into their abilities.  and truthfully,  alexia fell for him.  well and truly in love with him,  getting the chance at a domesticated bliss,  and he got to see past the exterior.  they had been through so much together,  her saving him,  him having to watch her die when he reaped her previously.  they had been to hell and back. 

 the domestic bliss turned out to be too good to be true,  there is only so long that someone can suppress their abilities.  the voices had always been something she had tried to tune out,  and managed to but when the barrier came down,  it got so overwhelming that she couldn’t deal with it.  it was a particular night when she decided to leave,  when she couldn’t tune it out anymore,  when her throat was LITERALLY aching for her to scream.  an overwhelming urge,  so much that it was this heaviness that she felt in her entirety.  her logic was to leave,  to scream away from people in order to stop any harm she could cause to them.  even if she hadn’t fought to save people for a while,  she still didn’t want to commit a mass homicide because she screamed so hard that gave people aneurysms,  or literally blew off their heads.  she managed to get to an empty field,  and unleashed all she had kept in.  it was so intense that it left her exhausted for days on end,  suddenly the voices felt a little bit easier to deal with.  she felt lighter,  but then leaving zain without saying goodbye had made her to feel HORRENDOUS. like finally things had been GOOD in her life and she had hit self destructive mood, she’d screwed up the one good thing.  the one person who truly cared about her.  and so days turned into six weeks of being gone.  and yet she’s decided to come back to san francisco,  she’s trying to tell herself it’s because she’s been drawn back here by her abilities,  but she knows it’s really him that’s drawn her back.  and a hope of some normalcy again.  and maybe because san francisco is the only place that seems like home. but was that the truth? or did the city just draw her back with it’s magic.