#& abel

[seeingvivianne]

Time: Late morning Location: The Dahlia Hawse Characters: @abelczarlinski​ & @seeingvivianne​​

No one knew of her mother’s death, save for August and apparently Thanatos. No one knew of the heartbreak she was enduring with Michael. Her coven was in good spirits, buoyant after the visit of a sunlit god and blissful to welcome the arrival of two demigod infants, and a fey, that were in no way a part of their magical connection but their family regardless. A few of those in the safe house had chosen to return, many still remained. Her coven was well, Vivianne was not. She had taken up smoking again and she chose to hide her withering spirits and her growing aloofness under the guise of being busy preparing for... an entire battle. She tried her very best to be hopeful and confident in appearance, lest her coven members start to fear for what was happening. When she thought she was alone, she let the mask fall and so it startled her to hear sudden footsteps in the room.

“God- you scared me,” Vivianne said, letting out a small, breathy laugh as she watched Abel walk in. “Just making my own brunch this morning.” The Sovereign always woke up extremely early; this time she’d just forgotten to eat breakfast. “Want some? Promise I didn’t burn the toast this time.”

[seeingvivianne]

Time: Evening, during the last Halloween event plot drop  Location: Pluto’s Palace Characters: @abelczarlinski​ & @seeingvivianne​​

They’d been through worse, Abel and her. Vivianne had been through worse as well, but this moment made many things laughable in hindsight. Someone cursing her in the marketplace because their family had died from the Dahlia coven’s so many years ago and Vivianne wouldn’t let her coven dismantle, Abel saving her, it had been the worst to happen to her in a few months. But now? Now a wound in her shoulder from a dagger, her hand mangled inside from the glass she’d gripped during the blood magic ritual and her magic slowly depleting... the worst had been coming for them all along. Abel had said as much, fearing it from the very beginning while Vivianne, the Oracle, had hoped and hoped with optimism. No more. Optimism led to this. She should have done something faster, should have realized this would end in fire.

She needed to be a realistic leader, not blind herself with rose-colored glasses. Realistically, Vivianne wasn’t sure if she’d make it out of this castle with the rest of her coven, not if she depleted her magic, but she had no choice. And she needed Abel to do what she could not... for the coven’s sake. For this entire city’s sake. “You came,” she nearly sobbed out the words, her voice thick with relief. It hurt to move her arm but she leaned against him in a semi-embrace regardless. He’d heard her message through his head, another bit of magic she’d sent to him and Sabina both. Two people she needed for different reasons. For Abel, it was two reasons. “I’m so sorry, Abel,” she said, pulling away. “I’m so sorry.”

[seeingvivianne]

Time: Night 1 Location: Otherworld Senate Allies base of ops Characters: @abelczarlinski & @seeingvivianne Notes: oh nour

"He's just fine," Vivianne assured, helping an exhausted Dahlia witch over to the rest area. Another Dahlia witch ran past Abel and took Vivianne's burden from her as she stopped before her pseudo-brother, nearly breathless. Her own magic was nearly depleted but it wouldn't be long before she had to return to help reinforce the border. "But he said he heard a dead relative." Vivianne only spoke again once the other witches were out of earshot. "Other witches are saying they're hearing things too... What about you?"

[seeingvivianne]

Time: Morning Location: Outside in Rome somewhere Characters: @abelczarlinski & @seeingvivianne

The Sunday outdoor market was sprawling, tourists and locals alike roamed like busy ants under the summer morning sun. Her reusable shopping bag was nearly filled to the brim, the side of an artisanal candle and the top of a stuffed bunny peaked out from the top where Vivianne had finished picking out a few gifts for fellow coven members. She had already visited about 20 different shops by the time Abel found her, lingering underneath the umbrella of a pastry vendor. 

As always, the witch’s eyes seemed to light up as they fell onto his. A feeling of home and safety followed where Abel went, for he was quite possibly the only man left in this world with whom she placed all her trust. To others, he was another relic of a dark and untrustworthy past - same as her. To Vivianne, this darkened man had followed her through hell and back with a shared faith and hope. There were no words to describe her gratitude, no gesture she could complete within her lifespan, so she endeavored to be the Sovereign that he and the rest of the survivors deserved. Now, however, Vivianne beckoned Abel energetically, swallowing the bite of a cannoli that she’d taken. “Abel!” She offered over the snack. “You need to try this right now, it’s amazing.”