#adopted!verse

[askrossiel]

[She’s never had such a lovely cloak before, nor would she have chosen the shade for herself-- a red as deep as her favorite spiced wine.  But the brooch that fastens it, she finds lovelier still: a delicate silver flower, at its heart a single glittering gem fashioned in the shape of a raindrop to mark it as hers, and innocuous enough at first glance.  Of course, if one looked closely, one would notice that its slender petals, starlike, numbered eight...]

“You don’t think it’s a bit much, do you?”

[askrossiel]

One must be careful what one sings in Rossiel’s presence. Whether lullabies or love-songs, reverent hymns or bawdy drinking-tunes, if she hears it a time or two, she is swift to learn it and to repeat it as naturally as a mimic-bird.

Lays and ballads take longer, if only because they are so long in themselves, but it is only a matter of time before ones that are oft-repeated are firmly held in memory.

It should be unsurprising, then — albeit no less disconcerting to hear its haunting strains in the voice of a child half-grown — that she might become as intimately familiar with the Noldolantë...

[askrossiel]

(atalantelinde) I swore to protect you

“Atya--”  Rossiel tested the weight of the borrowed word even as she spoke it, and found it at last felt right, especially after this latest ordeal.  There was little room for doubt left that if he had sworn thus, he had meant it.

“A-- are you hurt?”

[ninetythree-percent-stardust]

Busted?|| Closed

At the sight of Lou Ellen turning the corner, Panda quickly dropped her cigarette and stamped it out, nearly shrinking in on herself as she did so. She was currently surrounded by a group of disconcerting boys who were doing just as she had been, though none of them knew about her asthma. Lou did though, which she knew. Her foster mom wasn't supposed to be there, why she was, was beyond Pandas understanding. Granted, they were out on the street where anyone could walk or see, but it wasn't particularly a good street or in a good neighborhood. So why did her mom have to be there to see when she was being stupid?

[thetwistedargent]

"Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too."

Kate's clawed hand clenched the bullet wound in her chest. She had been through hell and back, yet somehow she always managed to survive, but not this time. She could feel the wolfsbane bullet slowly creeping nearer to her hear with each breath she took. This was the end. "I'm s-so s-sorry." Her words were shaky as she spoke. "Remember the g-good times you and I had. Don't remember me as a mon--ster." And that was the last word that Kate Argent ever uttered. The monster was finally laid to rest for all of eternity. Her final words echoed what she had really become in life, and what she had died as. A m o n s t e r.

[thetwistedargent]

"Happy Mother's Day," Cora muttered quietly as they watched their nightly movie. She slides over the small store-bought card, hardly one to try making anything after the paint fiasco when she was thirteen. "Thanks, Kate... for everything. I know I'm not the easiest to be around."

Kate smiled softly as she took the card. She never thought the day would come where somebody would be giving her a mother’s day card. “Thanks, Sweetie.” She leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead. “You’re definitely not the easiest, but I don’t know what I’d do without you keeping me on my toes.”

[thetwistedargent]

Busted || littlebrokensurvivor

Kate didn't sleep much, and when she did she was a light sleeper. Nothing got passed Kate. Cora was never quiet at night. Kate could hear when the wolf got up the middle of the night for a drink or to use the bathroom, but tonight was different.

Kate had gone to bed around the same time she usually did, after Cora, but she couldn't sleep. Instead, she decided to meticulously clean her guns. Oddly enough, that was the only thing that really relaxed the huntress.

She walked passed Cora's door, gun in hand, planning on going to the garage to clean her other weapons. That's when she heard giggling and whispers and the voice of a boy.

Kate's eyes widened. The moment she was finally dreading was here. The huntress burst through the door. "CORA! What the hell is going on in here!?"

[thetwistedargent]

We're Family || littlebrokensurvivor

Kate got back to the house in Oregon early in the afternoon. She had a pizza in her hand, and made a point to reseal the mountain ash barrier after she entered the house. Kate knew that Cora could control herself by now, but she didn't want to take any chances. Every full moon was the same. Kate and Cora stayed in with pizza and movies. Kate could handle Cora if she got out of hand, but she couldn't risk Cora hurting somebody. Kate had grown to love Cora, and couldn't kill Cora. So, this was the only option. Cora was like her daughter. She was just an innocent little kid when Kate killed the Hales. Even Kate couldn't bring herself to kill Cora, so she did the next best thing. She took Cora with her. She brought her into the Argent family and raised her like her daughter. Kate taught her how to hunt. Kate was the one who taught her how to control her senses. Kate Argent was like a mother to her.

"Cora, Sweetie, where are you?" Kate put the pizza on the kitchen counter. "I got pizza, and I'll even let you pick the movie tonight." Kate leaned against the counter. Her gun was still holstered at her waist as she waited for Cora to come down.