sweet music playing in the dark

Billie Fitz. 23. DJ for Siren Sounds Radio. Any requests? [closed blog for Lunar Cove RP] 

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

Where: Luke's Hardware @lunarcovestarters

After a fruitful search, there was only one thing that Billie needed from the hardware store. The long gloves, plastic, and duct tape were tucked under her arm, along with one of those painter's outfits that kept the body dry and clean from suspicious liquids. She was over at the wrenches, searching for one of the larger ones. Perhaps a pair of bolt cutters, as well. She just wasn't sure yet on everything that she would need.

After a lengthy debate, she picked one up, and then the other. It might be best to just take them both. This project could end up being a large one, and she wanted to make sure it was thoroughly dealt with. She'd also like to make sure that she didn't have to run back to the store. Out of the corner of her eye, Billie saw that someone else was watching her. Gloves, plastic, duct tape, heavy blunt objects. She realized that this was maybe a little more suspicious than she'd originally intended. "This isn't want it looks like," she murmured sheepishly.

[waywardesouls]

“Yeah, seems like they might be an outdated form of combat, eh? Must be why they keep the medieval theme,” She joked with a smile. Stevie shrugged in response to her question. “Just in general. My…family,” the word left a bitter taste in her mouth when applied to the hunters that raised her. “Were kinda paranoid, so they wanted to make sure I could defend myself if I got into any touch situations. It’s certainly come in handy living here the past couple months. I didn’t realize so many things could go wrong in such a tiny town.” Though her tone was lighthearted and joking, there was a pensive pull to her mouth at the thought of the danger being so close to her daughter.

She chuckled and returned her gaze to the battle. “Same. Being the center of attention isn’t really my thing. I could grin and bear it, maybe, but I’d also probably somehow humiliate myself in the process.” Acting, or rather the stage, had always been more of Malcolm’s element. She couldn’t help but think she’d much rather watch him in such a performance than even entertain the thought of herself. The fact that he’d highjacked her train of thought so easily had her clearing her throat and nearly blushing, but she shoved his stupid pretty face to the back of her mind. “Exactly. People do love their action entertainment, even when it's bad,” She chuckled. Glancing at the other from the corner of her eyes for a moment, she turned her face to her again more fully and introduced herself, “I'm Stevie, by the way. And this is my daughter, Rhiannon,” She leaned back enough to show her, though Rhiannon was so engrossed in the show that it took a brief nudge to get her attention. The young girl gave a little wave and a small smile before turning back to the entertainment, making Stevie laugh. “This is definitely more her thing, as you can see.”

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

"Which do you think came first: the desire to use swords in a show, or the theme being based around medieval Europe?" Billie asked genuinely. She truthfully wondered where the fascination came from. The medieval period lacked a lot of the comforts and amenities that she was positive most people in the arena enjoyed. If she was being honest, she found most of the stories that she'd read from that time period to be rather boring, too. "That seems wise. I've also been called... paranoid, but it's good to be prepared here." Even if that preparedness had been used against her before. "I was lead to believe this was. A safe haven. It was very sleepy when I first arrived. I have found that has not always remained the case."

Billie hummed. "It always felt like a punishment, having so much attention on me." And it had been an actual punishment for her at the last medieval themed festival that the town had done. Yet another reason that such events left a bad taste in her mouth. Having attention on her always meant that she was in trouble. It was best to be neither seen nor heard. If she noticed that whatever the woman was thinking about caused her cheeks to redden, then Billie was polite enough not to comment. That wasn't her business. "My name is Billie," she murmured, offering up a hesitant smile. She refrained from stumbling over her entire name in an awkward effort to do a full introduction. She was learning. She offered the young girl a wave in return, though she didn't mind that the child seemed distracted. She was having fun. "It's good to have... things. Stuff to enjoy and have fun at." Her dad would never take her to something like this. The most fun she'd been able to have was when she was younger and training had gone so well that she'd gotten one thing, and she'd been able to see a musical on West End. "You're a good mother."

[illputabexonyou]

"So it's both our first Prides'?" Bex asked, excitable and eager, eyes growing a few sizes. And, sure, she could read between the lines of what Billie was saying-- she'd been to a Pride parade before, but not as an attendee. By now, Bex liked to believe she was an expert in Billie-isms, as she liked to call them. The same way Rohan referred to them as Jonah-isms (and maybe she'd stolen the word play directly from him, but imitation was the highest form of flattery and all that).

She gripped Billie's hand, then remembered herself and how she was trying practice restraint until she could recognize her own strength again. "Sorry." She didn't remove her hand this time, though, like she had the several other times she'd accidentally squeezed Billie's hand too hard. She was trying to be better about that, too, even if hand holding was the extent to their physical relationship right now. The thought of kissing Billie and accidentally cutting her lip or biting her or drawing any sort of blood terrified Bex, despite how much her body seemed to ache for the intimacy.

But that was a problem for another day. "What should we do next?" she asked, blinking herself from her spiraling thoughts.

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

Billie laughed. "Sure. It's both of our first Prides." It technically was, and technicalities were what was most important. That seemed to make Bex happy, when they shared experiences for the first time. Billie couldn't lie: she liked it, too. It made something warm inside of her grow, knowing that she got to share this with her favorite person. And, sure, maybe she was a little high alert after everything, but that didn't mean that she didn't still want to enjoy things.

The way that Bex held her hand hadn't hurt. Billie offered a squeeze in return. "It's alright." She was just glad that Bex was comfortable touching her again. She was glad that they could have something. Billie considered herself to be relatively in control of her desires, and she was probably one of the least impulsive people in the world, for the most part. Anything that she craved or desired could easily be pushed aside if it needed to be. So, even if she wanted something more, physically, she was very much content to take things as Bex wanted.

"There's usually booths selling things, right?" Billie murmured. "Would you like to check those out? Or... I don't know. We could see about getting a photo somewhere?" Bex seemed to like mementos, the more sentimental, the better. It was cute and sweet and made Billie's chest warm, even if she was shy about these kinds of things.

[waywardesouls]

Stevie caught the way the other subtly jolted and only just held back an apology rather than bring any further attention to it. She nodded along to her explanation, still watching the show from the corner of her eyes. “Makes sense. I know a little self defense, but swords are beyond me. Maybe you should've been one of the ones in there instead.” She gave the woman a smile, only half kidding. From what she was saying, she seemed to have more knowledge of the sport than the ones performing it in the arena.

She waved off the other's apology. “It's alright. This is my first time at something like this too, but from my understanding it's more of a theater experience than any actual combat. The audience certainly seems to like it.”

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

"I never cared for swords, not just because they're archaic. They're quite cumbersome, too," Billie said. "Was your self defense a particular discipline or just learning to protect yourself generally?" Her eyes widened at the thought of actually being in the ring and putting on a show for a crowd. "No. Thank you," she added quickly. It had been bad enough being a prop in a photoshoot in a tank full of water. She did not think she'd actively like to participate in something like this, particularly when there was a chance that she could injure someone.

"Ah, yes. I don't think I'd be very good at the performance aspect of something like this. I am... not a good actor." Billie looked around at the audience, cheering or booing or just hanging onto the edge of their seats. It wasn't really important that the show wasn't good. It was exciting. Excitement outweighed authenticity. "They certainly do. It's a bit like an action movie, yes? Enjoyable to most people even if it is factually wrong." She wished she understood the hype.

[illputabexonyou]

with: @swimmingwiththefitzes where: Pride Fest Blackout

Bex was really only halfway through pulling Billie around from booth to booth when the power suddenly cut. Groans were heard all around, including from Bex herself, but she was trying to have a good day, and she wasn't going to let anything stop that. She needed this, after all. She needed to keep distracting herself and letting herself feel good and normal so that she wouldn't have to think about how unlike herself she still felt. At the very least, she'd learned the right grip strength to hold Billie's hand with now, which was warm and a little clammy in her own, thanks to the heat.

She dragged them into the shade and unscrewed the cap of another water bottle, pushing it into Billie's hands. She needed to stay hydrated much more than Bex did now. And, again, Bex was trying to avoid anything that would ruin her day, and that included Billie having heatstroke. "How are you feeling? Not lightheaded or anything?" She tugged her over to sit with her on the cool grass under the shade of a tree, smiling. "This is so cool, isn't it? The parade, the festival. I've never been to one, though I used to watch them on the TV sometimes. Have you ever been to one?"

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

Billie was, as always, content to let Bex drag her around for the entirety of the day. Bex was well protected from the sun now that she had her daylight charm, and Billie had sunscreen on the little bits of skin that she actually showed off, her face and neck and hands. Though it was a shame that the power was out, it wasn't the worst that it could be. If Bex was enjoying herself, then that was really all that mattered to Billie.

Taking the offered bottle, Billie drank a few sips before recapping it and resting it against her knee as she sat cross-legged on the grass facing Bex. "It's interesting. There's a lot of people around." A lot of opportunities for potential threats, a lot of chances for things to get out of hand. "I have watched Pride parades before," she added. She'd never been to one for the explicit purpose of attending, but she'd witnessed a few that had been happening around her while she worked.

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

Billie reaches out, wiping Bex's tears away with her sleeve. "I don't blame you," she murmured. She knew this was a big adjustment. She didn't want to put too much on Bex, especially when she was dealing with so much. She was dealing with dying, after all. That was a big deal, even if she did wake up from it.

"I-- I never said I didn't matter," Billie started. She certainly wouldn't say it out loud around Bex. "But it is different than-- than dying. I've been dealing with it. I didn't want to bother you with something that couldn't be changed, especially so soon after what happened to you." Billie looked down at where Bex was holding her hand, the circulation starting to cut off. "I don't want to alarm you, but I can't feel my fingers. I... don't want you to let go, but I also don't want you to break anything. Could you loosen your grip, love?" Billie wasn't particularly worried about broken bones other than how bothersome it would be to not be able to use a hand, but she didn't want Bex to feel even more guilty.

[illputabexonyou]

Bex just sighed. Of course Billie didn't blame her. She thought that, probably, she could run a sword through Billie's stomach and the girl still wouldn't blame her. Not that she'd ever do something like that.

It was a limbo they were caught in, then. Because Bex wanted to deal with it with Billie, but she had just died, and they were both dealing with that, too. And while, sure, objectively, dying was worse than not dying, something terrible had still happened to Billie, and Bex wasn't of the mind of comparing their traumas. Even if dying made her feel like still wanting to die and wanting to die made her feel guilty for the Billie of it all.

Reality came crashing back in with Billie's words and Bex let go so suddenly her arm snapped back and she nearly hit herself. "Sorry! I'm sorry. I didn't-- I'm still--" she was still getting used to her new strength, something she'd watched Rohan struggle with for months. Still struggle with, sometimes. In the end, it didn't matter that Billie didn't want to alarm her, it alarmed her all the same. She scooted back into the room, across the invisible barrier between it and the hallway, as if that would somehow stop her from making the mistake again. She looked away. It felt like they'd made progress, and now Bex was right back where she'd started out the day, curled up against her door. "I-- I'm tired." Not really a lie, even if vampire's didn't get tired. It was the bone deep kind of tired. "You should go home, too. Get some rest." Maybe they could try again tomorrow.

Still, before she shut her door all the way, she whispered through the crack, "I love you."

END.

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

Billie didn't believe in divinity or fate, but, if she did, she'd think that something or someone particularly harsh had it out for them. That wasn't a logical conclusion to the matter at hand, though, even if it was something that would make her feel better. "Is this going to become something we have to speak about in front of the Council?" Billie asked warily. The last thing she wanted was to be interrogated again, and, while it surely wouldn't be as difficult as when she was actually put in jail, Billie still didn't think that it would be an enjoyable experience. She didn't want to talk to people about what happened, didn't want to think about someone in town potentially messing with her body and mind again, didn't want to have to deal with all of this. Things rarely went the way that she wanted. "You're welcome. Hopefully it will not... be too difficult an adjustment."

[nyraxodeyer]

"There will be a Council meeting to discuss what happened at the ball, yes, but I don't think you particularly need to come in and do so. A lot transpired, we're aware of who was marked and know that they have something to deal with from being injected." The thought of yet another meeting settled with little enthusiasm. There would be questions to answer, precautions to consider, and the uncomfortable reality that Prometheus had been among them all along. It was necessary work, but it did not need to come at the expense of those already carrying the consequences. "I suspect, given enough time I will get used to it. I hope yours won't be too difficult to deal with either. And should you ever find you need somewhere quiet, or anything really, my offer still stands and doors are always open."

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

END.

[waywardesouls]

The dinner-theater wasn't entirely Stevie's scene, but being a mother she'd quickly learned she could find enjoyment in just about anything if it meant making her daughter happy. Rhiannon, for her part, had a fondness for the theatrics, a trait she no doubt gained from her father Stevie thought with no small pang of melancholy. While Rhiannon's temperament tended towards the quiet and thoughtful side, she was a child who loved to be in the presence of the arts if not actively contribute to them. And while Stevie found this particular performance a bit of a stretch to consider a product of the Arts, she found it entertaining enough, cheering and booing and laughing with her daughter when appropriate.

She'd noticed the silence of the woman next to her enough that when she spoke, however softly, it caught Stevie's attention. She was even more intrigued when her comment proved almost prophetic, with the knight in question falling on his ass shortly thereafter. With Rhiannon distracted by the show, Stevie stifled a snort and raised an interested brow at the stranger. “Not bad. You do a lot of sword fighting yourself I take it?”

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

Billie startled, not expecting the woman next to her to speak. She offered a tentative nod. "I'm trained." It had been made public knowledge that Billie was a former hunter, though it wasn't discussed often, so it wasn't something that people just knew unless they asked. She certainly wasn't talking about it unless she was asked. "It's, ah, it's also just physics. An unbalanced object, or, in this case, person, is incredibly likely to be knocked over. His feet were too close together when he was hit. A wider stance and proper footwork should keep him from being knocked over next time." Though, he couldn't hear her, so it was likely that he would simply repeat the same mistakes.

"I'm... sorry. I've never been to one of these. The last time there was something odd and medieval themed in town, I was not able to participate, but I'm starting to understand that the purpose of this is not good technique or accuracy, is it?" Billie had, instead, been stuck in a tank for the majority of it, so maybe that was for the best. She would have been a little judgmental of a town wide event that was this lacking in proper fighting knowledge and skill.

[illputabexonyou]

Which was Bex's fault. She'd kept herself locked away after she'd woken up. This was their first time seeing each other face to face despite Billie being here constantly. In all that time, she'd never said a thing, too worried about Bex. It made Bex's breath stutter, tears well in her eyes. "I'm sorry," was all she said. Still, she wasn't sure she would've come out, even if Billie had said something. That made her feel even more guilty. She chewed her lip.

"I just don't think it's that simple," Bex explained, frowning. "You're changed. That's-- it's still a big thing. Maybe not, like, dead big but-- you still matter." She still didn't realize how tightly she was gripping Billie's wrist. To Bex, it felt the same as always, aside from the cold feel of scales under her palm. "Things that happen to you are important, too."

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

Billie reaches out, wiping Bex's tears away with her sleeve. "I don't blame you," she murmured. She knew this was a big adjustment. She didn't want to put too much on Bex, especially when she was dealing with so much. She was dealing with dying, after all. That was a big deal, even if she did wake up from it.

"I-- I never said I didn't matter," Billie started. She certainly wouldn't say it out loud around Bex. "But it is different than-- than dying. I've been dealing with it. I didn't want to bother you with something that couldn't be changed, especially so soon after what happened to you." Billie looked down at where Bex was holding her hand, the circulation starting to cut off. "I don't want to alarm you, but I can't feel my fingers. I... don't want you to let go, but I also don't want you to break anything. Could you loosen your grip, love?" Billie wasn't particularly worried about broken bones other than how bothersome it would be to not be able to use a hand, but she didn't want Bex to feel even more guilty.

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

With: @waywardesouls (Stevie) Where: Banner N' Blade

The first thing that Billie noticed was that the form of most of the melee fighters was off. Most of the time, she didn't use blades as large as swords; they were cumbersome and considered to be archaic. Knives hid better, they were more versatile, and she liked the range that throwing them gave her. These "knights" were using mostly longswords, holding them incorrectly and swinging them about with just enough finesse to avoid hitting each other. There was a practicedness to it all, too. Choreography. This was less of a fight and more of a theatre. Which made sense, of course, but still.

Billie sat straight at the edge of the aisle, prepared to leave the area should something go amiss. She only came to see what the fuss was about. This didn't seem like something she'd like to stay for, as she thought about the inaccuracies. "His stance is bad and he's going to fall," she murmured to herself as one of the fighters bumped into another, causing him to stumble to the ground. Both wore faces of shock; that, at least, wasn't a part of the show.

[illputabexonyou]

Bex didn't know exactly how to take that. She looked up at Billie, at her face, then flicked her gaze to her mouth. Her lips. She wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to tell her it was okay, she still loved her, she'd always love her-- but the fear was stronger than any compulsion and so she stayed where she was, fingers just barely brushing her skin and scales. "I'm sorry," she muttered, "I didn't know." She hadn't known refusing to vote in that stupid game would lead to Billie coming to harm. She hadn't known someone was going to give Billie something that would change her forever. She hadn't even known a mutated werewolf was going to kill her, either. So, really, she didn't know anything at all. Her grip tightened.

"Of course it's important!" Bex snapped. "You're important, too." Especially to Bex. She couldn't do this without Billie. If she lost her, then what more did Bex really have to live for?

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

Billie just shrugged. "I didn't mention it. We haven't really had much of a chance to chat." She didn't flinch as Bex's grip tightened, even as she felt her bones grinding together. Really, she didn't even feel it like she should. Or she didn't feel it enough for her body to clock that it should have nay sort of reaction.

She was more taken aback when Bex snapped. "I didn't die. I'm still healthy, I wasn't injured. I'm just... different."

[nyraxodeyer]

Nyra nodded at the question. "From what I understand, yes," she said quietly. "Those who were chosen, and those who mattered most to the people who refused to choose, were marked as experiments in that awful game. Why some of us experienced such drastic changes while others seemingly did not, I don't know yet. It may be that everyone was affected in some way, but the consequences simply manifested differently. I haven't had the chance to speak with everyone who was there." A faint furrow appeared between her brows as Nyra realised she could ask one person to tell her things, knowing with certainty he would've been obsessive about it. The thought almost made her groan but she locked it away to be disappointed at Dhruv later. "Unfortunately, yes," she continued, "It would seem that Prometheus is among us, much like how Lorelai had been." It was harrowing to once again be watched from the inside, even worse that it wasn't all that surprising. "Thank you," she said with a smile at Billie's offer. "That is very kind of you. At present, I'm alright. Just need to make some adjustments to daily life."

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

Billie didn't believe in divinity or fate, but, if she did, she'd think that something or someone particularly harsh had it out for them. That wasn't a logical conclusion to the matter at hand, though, even if it was something that would make her feel better. "Is this going to become something we have to speak about in front of the Council?" Billie asked warily. The last thing she wanted was to be interrogated again, and, while it surely wouldn't be as difficult as when she was actually put in jail, Billie still didn't think that it would be an enjoyable experience. She didn't want to talk to people about what happened, didn't want to think about someone in town potentially messing with her body and mind again, didn't want to have to deal with all of this. Things rarely went the way that she wanted. "You're welcome. Hopefully it will not... be too difficult an adjustment."

[illputabexonyou]

"Oh." The word was less of a word and more of a breath. Bex could see the patch of scales that disappeared under the rest of Billie's sleeve, and she could see how they glinted even under the dim lights of the hallway. Billie's skin was warm under her fingertips, so much warmer than she expected, but maybe it was because Bex was always so cold. Now, she felt colder.

Her fingers slid up Billie's wrist to the exposed scales. She was shaking a little bit. She didn't expect the scales to be warm, too. They were so smooth as well, the touch made Bex shiver, the hairs on her own arms rising. "Look different?" She'd only seen Billie's siren form a few times. It never bothered her. "Like, how?"

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

Billie looked away even as she let Bex hold her wrist and touch her. It felt strange, unfamiliar, but not wrong. Being with Bex had never felt wrong to her. She didn't speak for a moment, not wanting to say anything. She didn't want to admit the truth of what happened. Finally, she said, "You're not the only one with sharp teeth, now." That covered part of it, at least. Not the webbed fingers or the full extent of scales that covered her. Not the way that she felt like a monster in a way that she hadn't since she was much, much younger. "It's not as important as you, though."

[illputabexonyou]

"I'm--" Bex had to stop herself from saying it. It was such an automatic response. I'm okay. She wasn't okay, not even remotely, but in this moment, she wasn't thinking about it at all. She was worried about Billie. It made her heart clench and her stomach twist. Especially the way Billie was looking up at her, how sad her eyes were, even if she was trying her hardest not to show it. Bex dropped to her knees in front of her and reached out, fingers just barely brushing the sleeve of Billie's shirt, slower this time, ready for the jarring feel of it under her fingertips. "I don't know what all happened," she whispered, gripping the cloth tightly, "I wasn't really..." paying attention. That had been the problem, hadn't it? "But you're not-- nothing happened to you? Nothing-- nothing lasting?"

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

"I know," Billie mumbled. Sometimes, Bex just didn't pay attention at all when she was trying to do something she that was important. It was endearing and reckless and so, so scary. She swallowed, not really looking at Bex before pulling her sleeve up to expose some of the scales on her arms. "They... won't go away," she said quietly. "And when I get in the water, I look... different. I thought it might go away, but it hasn't, so I'm starting to believe it's... lasting."

[cantfightmoonlight]

"Of course and thank you for being mine," She whispered softly back, giving Billie a small and reassuring smile before her own gaze fell back down to her feet. "Yeah, I could see that too. I was terrified for weeks. I still often am. I'm pretty bad at being a vampire, but she loves you. And you're like a badass and a fae who she's not supposed to feed off of for all sorts of reasons, but I mean she's not going to hurt you. I know that might take some time for her to mentally register and all, but I guess what I'm trying to say is you two are in a better place than most with this? I mean you don't have to worry about the aging thing thankfully and she'll come around. I think it will just take some time for both of you, maybe? You know to grieve and adjust. I was planning to make her a card? I was going to get her coworkers to all sign it. I thought that it might help to know that she has their support as well, I don't know."

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

"It's still bad?" If Brie was still terrified of being a vampire, and she'd been one for several years, then Billie wasn't immediately comforted that this would resolve itself quickly. She loved Bex, trusted her, would wait for her if that was what she wanted, but it was also daunting, to think about what this really was. Forever stretched out in front of both of them in a way she'd never truly thought about before. Even being a fae hadn't actually let Billie consider immortality. She figured she'd just age until she died and accept that. "I... don't know if I'm a badass," she mumbled. She simply was trained to be a certain way, and that training didn't just go away, not even after the few years that she'd been in Lunar Cove. It still hung over her, lived inside of her. "I can handle time. I think that would be really nice, though, the card. It's a sweet thought."

[nyraxodeyer]

"They can, yes. But you also can tell them to met at another time that's more convenient to you." Though as she said it, Nyra had a feeling Billie was the type to not wish to talk or see people if that was allowed of her. "If you would like some peace and quiet to yourself, a bit of seclusion, there are nooks of the fae court that don't see much foot traffic, you're always welcome to it. Other species will not bother you there at least," she offered up. "A bit strange, yes. It's different than what I've been used to for centuries. I became accustomed to a certainty only to now find that's changed."

She nodded a little. "No, I couldn't have been useful, you're right. And in that same vein, I think you're being unfair to yourself too." Nyra's voice remained gentle, absent of reprimand. "You were affected by the same thing everyone else was. We couldn't know what would happen, or what Ichor would do. These shifts... are new. None of us were at our best that night." At the admission that there was nothing Nyra could do, she nodded without pushing. "That's alright. Just remember help does not always have to be in the form of solutions. If you ever need anything, I am not particularly difficult to find."

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

"I appreciate the offer," Billie said quietly. She just wasn't sure how much she wanted to be around the fae court. Billie still didn't feel like she was properly a part of the fae. It was of no fault of Nyra or any of the members. Billie just didn't think she fit anywhere. At this point, she wasn't sure how to try. She was grateful, of course, for the stability that membership provided, in a sense. "That doesn't sound particularly enjoyable." Billie didn't think she would trade places with Nyra, if only because she didn't want to be constantly dripping water, but it'd be nice to not worry about shifting all the time. And it would be nice to not have the additional changes she was currently dealing with.

"Not everyone was effected. I don't understand how some people did. Was this a latent effect of the mark that was left? Was it from something that people were doing in the crowd? Does this mean that Prometheus is among us?" These weren't questions that Billie thought Nyra could answer, but she wanted to voice them all the same. She didn't think she was being unfair to herself. She was supposed to be better than being caught unaware like this, except it had happened to her numerous times since moving to Lunar Cove, and she didn't care for it. She didn't care for it at all. Billie gave a nod, even if she wasn't sure what Nyra meant. "If you need anything, you may call me as well," she offered. It made sense, seeing as how she was a member of the fae court. She might not feel like she fit, but she should at least offer to help.

[taliayildiz]

#open𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› location: on a sidewalk somewhere with bushes of course tagging: @lunarcovestarters

"They were right, the cat distribution center is real!" A disturbance had come from the bushes while on her walk. Instead of making the reasonable decision and keep walking, Talia had decided to investigate the rustling. Worst-case scenario, it was a raccoon, and she had to go get a rabies shot. However, it turned out to be the best case possible because in the bush, it was a small kitten. She held the tiny creature to the person walking with her, eyes wide and filled with awe. "I've been chosen. I'm now a mother. I love them so much." Her voice was going up a few octaves as she talked to the kitten. "Unless you want to be co-parents," she added quickly, though she didn't really want to be. Talia was just being nice. "They need a name and probably a bath. Just to be safe."

[swimmingwiththefitzes]

"The... what?" Billie murmured, frowning in confusion as the other woman started speaking. She'd never heard of a cat distribution center. What did that mean? Were they partnered with the animal shelter? Quickly, Billie shook her head. "I'm not parent material," she said. She didn't know how to behave around people, much less animals. Mostly because Billie had never been allowed to have a pet growing up. It didn't work well, with the traveling that she and her dad had done and the lifestyle they led. She probably wouldn't have been able to keep a pet and give it the attention that it needed. It was quite cute, though. "I think the kitten is all yours. Do you know what you'll name it?"