hellraiser

victoria morte. eternally 24. born with a gift to curse.

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It was an odd hour at the Murder House, a quiet night unlike any other. There was a certain stillness to the air that reminded the witch of storms to come, something big, something worthy of her attention. Victoria sat in a circle of candlelight in her bedroom, cross legged in a standard meditation pose. Stripped down to the bare skin, nothing touching her but a few ceremonial necklaces that covered her breasts just barely. She was levitating, eyes shut, reeling in any energy she could get a grasp on. The silence lingered, though when the witch lifted her chin toward the ceiling and parted her black painted lips, a crack of lightning echoed across the sky of Los Angeles. She smiled. There was a powerful tug in the very core of her, and she was left desperate for more. Another surge. Yes, something ancient was calling, and she was listening.

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[bovalentine]

Bo kept her gaze on the stranger, pocketing the surgical mask. At the question, she remained quiet - she didn’t want the woman to know she was alone, but she didn’t really have the luxury of lying. “…I’m alone,” she answered, moving to sit down. It didn’t seem like the brunette was about to attack- even if she did, the stranger would definitely win. “I’m guessing you’re alone, too? No random people about to walk in here?”

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She was tired of being on edge, and the way her opposite decided to take a seat seemed submissive enough for Ria to let her guard down. Not entirely, of course, but enough to relax a bit. “I’m alone.” Eyes dulling, the witch too, took a seat on the other side of the aisle. “How’ve you been doing?” She decided to ask, feeling sort of like a post-apocalyptic survey. On a scale of one to ten, how well would you rate your survival skills?

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Bo remained quiet, keeping her hands grasped tight around her mallet. Part of her wished she could grab the pepper spray sitting in the front pocket of her bag - she didn’t ever want to actually injure anyone with the mallet(it was reserved for the undead), but she had no qualms with spraying someone in the eyes before they could attack her. Gave her a head start she desperately needed. Never a runner before, the brunette was slower than most of the people she encountered.

as the footsteps slowed somewhere close to her, one hand flew over her mouth to cover her breathing. Shit. Did the person already spot her? Bo’s heart skipped a beat. It sounded like the person was getting something out. Fuck. Not wanting to die in a church, the brunette reached into her pocket and pulled out one of her white surgical masks. Slowly, she crawled out from underneath the pew and held her hands up, one holding the mallet and the other waving the fabric in the air. A truce. Brown eyes locked on the stranger, gulping when she spotted the knife. She remained silent for a moment longer - however, the growl of her stomach broke the silence, Bo cringing at the sound. “Sorry,” was all she had to say, putting faith in the stranger not to hurt her.

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Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, Ria quickly shifted to face what turned out to be a young girl crawling out from under a pew. Dark brows lifted in surprise as she waved around a surgical mask, followed by a quiet apology. The witch let the silence rest in the air for a moment before her shoulders slunked down and her overall cautious stance relaxed. “...don’t be,” the dark haired woman casually packed her knife back up, not sensing an immediate threat from the girl before her. “You alone? Or should I get down and check under the rest of the pews?”

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Bo couldn’t remember the last time she prayed. Truly prayed, not bowing her head down and shutting her eyes at fancy dinners with her parents. As she hopped up the steps of St. Timothy’s Catholic Church, a chill went down her spine. Eerily quiet. No zombies but for some reason, the distinct lack of sound made her uneasy. The doors creaked as she opened them, the girl cringing at the sound. Too loud. Her footsteps echoed when she walked, Bo taking in everything she could. Cobwebs hanging off of columns, abandoned bibles left on the floor, the last light of the day drifting through cracked stained glass. Alone. She knew the feeling. “Sad,” she whispered, stopping in the middle of the pews. She shuffled down one of them and sat down, letting out a sad sigh. At least it’d be a decent place to stay for the night, possibly a few days if she was lucky. She had enough water to last a while, thanks to a couple of filtering water bottles she had in her apartment. But food was a different story. Just as her stomach was about to rumble at the thought of eating, the sound of footsteps hopping up the steps outside caused her to freeze in place. Shit. Not the slow shuffle of a zombie, but quicker. Human, she was certain. As quietly as she could, she sunk to the ground and rolled underneath the pew, thankful for her petite size. And, as she heard the loud creak of the door, Bo found herself praying to a god she didn’t believe existed that whoever had come in wouldn’t find her, or at least be kind.

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It was a bit ironic for a witch to set up camp in a church, but it was a solid foundation. Barely touched food pantry in the basement provided her with food that’d last over a month if she rationed, even if she wasn’t planning on staying there that long. While most of it had rotted, gone moldy, sour, the canned goods were the treasure. The building was wide and open, which made being on watch a lot easier when it came to the dead. Humans, however, it was hard to spot them through literal rose colored glass.

Ria had spent most of the morning out and about, in search of water, or hell ---- even other survivors, but no luck. It was useless wasting her energy on running around, she figured. A few days of rest, and she’d be back out on the road in search of a particular someone. It’d been a while since she’d gotten any hints as to where Olivia might have been, but the picture of the girl she kept in her back pocket had helped her enough. On occasion, she’d stumble upon a kind enough group who would take the time to look at the picture, maybe point her in the right direction. It’d been a while though.

Coming up to the church, Victoria pushed through the doors as if she owned the place. Though her steps up the middle aisle gradually got slower as she picked up on the presence of... someone else. Crystal hues peered to every corner of the building, and caution took its rightful hold on her mind. Proceeding forward, she shifted so that her backpack would slide off her shoulder and took out the only weapon she’d been lucky enough to come across. A butcher knife. Wasn’t the best when she was paired up against someone with a gun, or a group of walkers, but it got the job done when she needed to use it.

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S U R V I V A L M O D E . task005

           ' i always thought a zombie apocalypse would've been cool, but this fucking sucks. '

B A S I C S . 

name: victoria 'ria' morte age: twenty-five weapon of choice: butcher knife

C O N N E C T I O N S / P L O T S .

alec dearing: plot tbd. name: plot tbd. name: plot tbd.

A B O U T .

• had to leave her family behind when they were attacked by townsfolk, doesn't know if they're dead or alive. • her one goal is to find olivia and keep her safe and well, and will stop at nothing to do so even though she's unsure if the girl is alive or not. • carries around a bottle of water spiked with belladonna to teach a lesson to anyone who might steal her shit. • always has eyeliner. always. • will kill walkers and humans alike if they pose as a threat, and will fight for what's right.

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Olivia nodded excitedly, clapping her hands together. “And we haven’t had a full moon on Halloween in a while, either,” she said with a wide smile; while she was still weary of her ‘gift’ of magic, there was something about a full moon that made the young witch itch to practice the craft. The world, and magic, was limitless during a full moon.

The young girl let out a light laugh as Ria ghosted to the older witches, her nearly skipping over to the ladies. She smiled as they all bantered - it always made her so happy to see her mother and aunt talk to her cousin, so thrilled to see the spirit. At Ria’s question, Olivia nodded once. “I sure did!” She chirped, shuffling over to the counter, where two pies sat on top of a cooling rack. “Our little owl did well baking,” Morgan added, the young witch going to hug her own mom.

“Plus, she managed not to start a fire,” Hazel teased, pressing her lips in Olivia’s hair. “Well… not a big one.” The young witch rolled her eyes, giggling. “Don’t believe her, Ri,” she said, crinkling her freckled nose. “My first filling got a little… burnt, but my second one was perfect, I promise.”

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Victoria had a tight smile planted to her features as she watched Liv hop on over to the pies. Years had passed since she’d died, since Olivia was born, but some things never did change. It was these moments that the witch was thankful for their traditions. It kept them strong, and together, even when Ria couldn’t be there. Ghosting just behind Olivia, the ghost placed a hand on her shoulder as she looked down to the pies. “They look amazing, so amazing that I think we should grab a piece or two and go eat ‘em in the garden while our momma’s finish up their work,” she whispered to the young witch before catching a joking glare from her aunt. “I’m stealing Liv for a bit.” She smiled deviously, her voice returning to its normal volume.

“Oh? To the garden was it?” Morgan replied, not looking up from her spot at the counter. Though you could practically hear the grin in her tone.

“Mmmmhm,” Ria hummed, though she had other plans, and she knew the older witch knew. “I promise I’ll bring her back in one piece.” She joked. Mostly.

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Olivia smiled as she felt Ria’s arm wrap around her, doing the same to her cousin as she shuffled up the steps. “Working actually, but I think they’ll be done soon. This has been a pretty busy year for them,” the young witch replied, opening the door. She dropped her arm around her cousin for a moment as she walked through, turning around to flash her a wide smile. “All four of us have to do something fun tonight,” she added, reaching to take Ria’s hand as she led her through the house “Momma, Auntie!” She called out excitedly. “Guess who’s haunting us todaaay?” The last word was sung out, a giggle following it.

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“Ooh, that’s good to hear,” the witch smiled brightly, though deep down inside she was a little broken about the fact that she couldn’t exactly help out like she used to. Assisting in seances, or tarot readings ---- well, it took on a new meaning when you were dead. “I’m sure we’ll find something to do, there is a full moon tonight after all. Makes the night all the more magical.” As she entered the house, Ria let out an excited shriek, ghosting to hug her mom without giving her any real chance to react to Liv’s announcement.

“Well, look at you ---- you haven’t aged a day!” Hazel teased, pulling a real aunt move with her when she pinched her cheek as she passed her by.

“Wish I could say the same for you,” Victoria teased right back with a laugh, letting go of her mother. Both of the older witches gave her a look, though it was all in good fun. Eyes snapping back to Olivia, the ghost grinned. “----did ja by any chance make any Halloween pies?” Her brows lifted eagerly. A tradition in the family, and Liv was definitely at that age where the duty would be passed down to her. Much like it was passed down to Ria when she hit her teenage years.

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It was lucky the witch had appeared, Marley realised. She didn’t want to ruin the surprise for her mother by not making frittatas right. When Ria suggested helping her with the recipe Marley’s face lit up and she widened her eyes. “Really? Yes please!” Manners were important, she’d been taught that a lot. “I’m not allowed near the hot things.”

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“Good thing I’m here to deal with the stove then, huh?” She teased the tiny ghost, in a playful manner. Taking out the eggs and a few other ingredients from the fridge, the witch brought them to the counter. “Could you grab the salt?” She asked, spotting it on the table before she ducked down to grab a skillet out of the lower cabinet.

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Eyebrows raising further at her response, Alec’s smile waned. To say he was uneasy about her admission would have been an understatement–considering what had happened the last time he had allowed himself to feel for another woman. Swallowing a small lump in his throat, he willed himself to smile once more. “A light? Are you sure about that?” 

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“Through all the darkness I’ve known and come across, I know the light when I see it,” the witch cooed, her gaze soft as she studied her opposite. “That’s not to say that darkness isn’t there ---- we’ve all got it, some more than others, but not everyone has the light. Many have smothered it, crushed it, starved it until there was nothing left but that cruel, hungry darkness.” Catching herself in a deep stare, she broke the eye contact with a swift turn of her head, crystal hues then meeting the floor. “...hold onto it.”

[words-and-coffee]

She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.

Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire (via words-and-coffee)

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Thoughts on Sawyer?

ask my muse a question and i can only respond with a gif ;;

( @rxpperofhearts )

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Spencer popped your cous’s green cherry, thoughts on that?

ask my muse a question and i can only respond with a gif ;;

( @owleyedolivia, @cockyhorrorshow )

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And the water is always calling, “My little child, please come home.”

Awakening, AURORA (via ghostling)

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Marley turned to face the witch, scrunching her nose for a second before nodding. “Mhm. I’m gonna make that!” She’d never heard of a frittata, maybe it was another name for cereal? She pulled out a half empty box of cocoa puffs and poured some, messily, into a bowl, before turning back to Ria. “Is this right?” She knew she needed milk, but maybe frittatas had something different, like orange juice.

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A crooked smile pulled at Victoria’s features as she ghosted to the fridge. She wasn’t the worst cook ---- in fact, it was a talent she hadn’t used often, as she wasn’t much of an eater in the afterlife. “Mm, close, but I’m afraid the recipe I know calls for a few different ingredients.” Ria smiled to the child, opening the fridge. “I could show you how to make it, if you’re up for the challenge.”