#@helena

[australiaswift]

one day i’m going to hug my mutuals that live on the other side of the planet and THAT will be a good day

[cryolyst]

he's just hangin,,, jus chillin

[lainetallis-blog]

Old habits died hard. Even at 27, when instructed specifically to do something, Laine felt the unbelievable urge to do the exact opposite even if it scared her. She attended pride and slipped back in with her parents none the wiser--or so she thought, anyway--and now she sat under a tree in Central Park with an open book in her lap. The Tallis house was perhaps one of the safest places in New York, but with Léon on the mend and Laine herself physically healed thanks to her mother, the young witch felt a lot of pressure to be part of the action to gather more information and potentially make an earnest strike rather than one of happenstance.

Despite her determination to go back to normal and maybe enjoy her handful of days off work, Laine found she’d barely read two pages of her book and instead almost obsessively people watched, hands idly fluttering the pages of the book under her hands until she spotted someone familiar cross her path. “Helena... Sylvie? Sylvia?” she said loudly. That was her name, right? The witch she’d met at work a few weeks back? @helenagrimaldi

[daliazhang]

Dalia was not known for rash decision making, but she filled this day with them from the second she began to cough up thick mouthfuls of blood. She was never quite so arrogant as to think she was beyond harm, but the iron taste in her mouth and the difficulty breathing that came with it created a severe sort of memento mori the likes of which the woman had never experienced until now. And so, desperate to survive or at least to die somewhere other than the floor of her office, the witch managed to sneak out of Lennox Hill without anyone noticing, and she hoped that it would be an uneventful walk home. She was wrong.

Blood on her lips and each breath more painful than the last, Dalia forced herself to keep walking the route she knew by memory, but as she walked, she realized she probably couldn’t make it and that there was a good chance she wouldn’t be able to get beyond the quarantine barrier.

Not that it mattered. After five blocks, she fought for every breath and her ears rang as the familiarity of the city began to slip away until it was an unrecognizable wash of murky color and the constant, repulsive coppery tang of blood in her mouth. A figure approached, small but its silhouette shifting as though made of smoke or... something. She squinted and felt magic rush to her fingertips, cold and almost itchy. “St-stay away,” she commanded, then coughed so hard her torso pitched forwards and she expelled another mouthful of blood onto the pavement. Perhaps the horrific silver lining to all of this was there was blood everywhere--despite being on the edge of death and her magic barely obeying her will, the abundance of blood made her a singularly powerful opponent if she wished it.

@helenagrimaldi @ouroxkenz

[cryolyst]

Im what the kids call

Conjugate

[cryolyst]

Imagine ur otp where person A is digging through a lost and found and when person B asks them what they're looking for they say "I can't find love"

[daliazhang]

who would you like to get to know more and why? regardless of whether or not you've spoken to them or not.

The Tallis family, though for reasons purely related to knowledge rather than a desire to befriend them. I also know Helena a bit, and I’d like to know her a little better. She’s definitely... interesting.

@helenagrimaldi