Who is your favourite and least favourite incuwife,which one would you marry, which one would be your buddy,which one would you kiss and who do you relate to most?💋 ;-)😘
But I love all of the wives???? Seriously I love all of them.
Carrie is my wife, and the bae, and a gentle and sweet witch who on a bad day would sit you down, make you some tea, and feed you some cookies. BECAUSE CARRIE IS GOOD FRIEND WHO LEGIT WANTS YOU TO HAVE A GOOD TIME AND TO FEEL LIKE A DECENT HUMAN BEING!
Twila is a gentle friend who is really good at recommending books and knows all this super cool stuff about magic. PLUS ITS SUPER COOL HOW SHES A HALF DEMON AND I WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HER ANGEL TRIALS AND STUFF. im only a little bit obsessed with the topic.
Then there is Noryn, DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS DORK. <333 She’s got such a fantastic vibe. I mean if she were a real life person I would be her best friend, you don’t understand. She always seems so positive and her and Matthew are just so in sync with each other <333333
Iri too has such a cool vibe! I feel like out of the wives she would be the one that you can sit down, have a cup of coffee, and talk about the meaning of life for HOURS. She strikes me as someone with an interesting story, and I love it!
Irene, so I really don’t know much about her character because her backer hasn’t stepped forward. That being said I am IN LOVE with her design. I love the little curly q’s at the ends of her hair and her cute little horns. Her blouse is also super cute!!
In regards to the second question, I would want to be buddies with all of the wives (because they are all super cool), I would want to be kiss ALL OF THE WIVES (because i am weak), and I don’t know if I relate to any of the wives. Their lives are super interesting and they all seem so different from me. I can appreciate them though, the wives are HELLA!
“Please, don’t leave.” - Tori x Kimmi [or Likereal]
The words linger heavy in the air. Kimmi stands in the middle of the den looking at the hunter’s back. She had gone still, her hands wrapped around the straps of a duffle bag, Kimmi knows what is inside. These were unholy weapons: guns, traps, and worse yet the knife.
“Tori, you don’t have to do this.”
The hunter remains quiet, she always does before a hunt but this time it’s different. Kimmi can feel something tugging at her chest, she knows that this time it was different. This time Kimmi knew her hunter would not return. The very thought of that made her tremble. A paralyzing fear struck her as she looked towards the smaller woman.
“P-please.”
The hunter turned her head and looked over her shoulder. Her green eyes caused the air to be sucked out Kimmi’s lungs. Her own hand moved up over her throat.
“See you when I get back angel,” Tori said, like she always did before the hunt. She turned back towards the door. Something inside of Kimmi screamed out in horror, wanted to reach out and grab onto her lover. To force her to stay in the safety of their apartment, but she stood witness as the hunter walked out.
The hunter shut the door behind her. Kimmi sank down to her knees. It would be the last time she saw her lovely hunter again.
“Teach me how to play?” - Erin (BASEBALL BASEBALL BASEBALL)
“You’re supposed to bend your knees.”
“Well not that much.”
“Okay that’s too little.”
“Here, let me help you.”
Erin feels Tori on her back, those calloused hands slide over her own lithe hands. Erin can see Tori smiling out of the corner of her eye, the scent of sandalwood lingers. “Now, your grip should be like this.” Erin can feel Tori’s voice rumbling upon her back. She makes note of the dexterous fingers adjust her own grip. Tori’s hands slide down Erin’s arms and up to her shoulders. With a firm grip she adjusts Erin’s shoulder.
“Now square your shoulders and look your opponent dead on.”
Erin nods her head, her eyes narrowing as she stares down at the pitching mound. Her grip tightening over the trusty wooden bat that Tori had leant her just for this occasion. Erin breaths in: she becomes aware of the faint breeze in the air, the dust that tickles at her exposed legs, and of course the eyes that are fixed back at her, Malix’s eyes. “Don’t let him intimidate you no matter what, you are in control of what happens over here.” Erin nods her head as she squeezes down on the bat.
“Now the last thing you got to learn is the follow through,” Tori’s voice is in Erin’s ear. Tori practices the swinging motion with Erin, her arms draped over her’s. The motion itself seems foreign. Still though Erin continues with it. “Not matter what, you got to keep your eye on the ball and when you see it, just swing the bat.”
Erin nods her head, Tori’s hands slide away from her. She brings her attention to Malix, to the hulking mass standing on the mound. He winds up the pitch and throws, the ball comes hurdling down towards her. Erin’s attention fixes to the white of the ball. She breathes in and the world stills around her, the ball comes closer, and the only sound she can hear is Tori’s voice, “swing the bat.”
The winds ravaged the landscape. Monsters lay slain, their limbs strewn carelessly across the landscape. A tiny figure stood in the middle of the storm. Her bright eyes brimmed with confidence as she stared straight ahead at the taller figure. Her pouty lips curled upwards carefully in a smile as she stared lovingly towards the former hunter.
“You call yourself a hero?”
Her words echo across the destroyed landscape. Buildings lay decimated, their strong structures had become dust, and what had once been their home was scorched black. Tori swallowed down, hands trembled as she stepped forward. She glance to the side, to the two bodies that lay there. The one to the left was Annabella, she laid curled up like a kitten, ginger locks draped across the charred grounds, and her chest rose and fell rhythmically. Tori was aware of the black and thick roots that wrapped around Anna. The roots snaked around her alabaster skin, under the folds of her dress, and across her lithe neck.
Tori’s attention shifted to Malix, the once fierce and strong devil stood frozen in time. Bright eyes widen by terror and surprise. A blackened arrow lay imbedded in his chest, the black arrowhead pierced through his heart, and poked through his back. His mouth was open just agape, his features contorted into that of pain and betrayal. He stared now at Erin whom stood unapologetic and unfazed by that sorrow-filled stare.
“E-Erin…”
Her voice was but a whimper. Her green eyes flashed with alarm. The young witch smiled her brown hair fluttered against the breeze.
“You have no monsters to fight, no more people to save, and we have come to our ending.”
Erin drew out her words. Her honey filled gazed had turned sour some time ago. Tori eyed the blackened roses that grew from her palms and the black thorns that snaked their ways up her forearms and around her fingers. Erin didn’t seem to mind or perhaps even notice. She walked forward, her white dress swished from side to side as she approached the hunter.
Tori swallowed down. She reached towards her side at the bat that rested by her side. Her bright eyes flashed a warning the witch didn’t acknowledge. She slunk forwards, lithe body pressed against Tori as she gazed up at her. Her smile had grown sweeter as her tiny fingers wrapped around Tori’s shoulders, the thorns biting into exposed flesh.
“Erin, do you know what you have done?”
Erin remained silent, her glossy lips lingered so tantalizingly close. Tori’s fingers loosened as she stared own at that familiar face. The scent of apples and laundry detergent washed around her and removed the scent of gore and death. The former hunter breathed in. She closed her eyes and fooled herself into thinking it would be alright.
“Tori, I want my happy end.”
Tori’s eyes shot open and she was aware of the coldness that ran through her veins. She felt the sharp bite of magic around her wrists, she cried out. She pulled against the magic only to feel the energy drained from her. The horrible sickening sound echoed through the destroyed landscape. Erin’s grip tightened as she leaned in closer, her warm body pressed against Tori’s own, and the two looked towards one another.
“I don’t want a hero… I don’t want a bad end…”
Her words seemed so melodic as they slipped past the damnable lips. She leaned upwards, her lips were a few inches away from Tori’s own. Even now she could see the determination behind Erin’s eyes. The thrones continued to grow and they moved their ways up their arms.
“All I want is…”
Her eyelids drooped as she pulled Tori closer. Magic swirled around them and moved their way up the former hunter’s exposed arm. The muscles pained as she dropped to the ground, Erin’s smaller form dropped on top of her, and easily pinned the hunter to the ground.
Tori felt the blood pour from her features, the tanned skin grew cool and white. Her green eyes darted from the spreading black magic that moved up the hunter’s arms and towards her shoulders. She grunted and tried to move but felt as if her limbs turned to stone.
“Erin, please… this is going to kill us.”
Erin shook her head, her face changed not into fear but that of longing. She reached her arms around Tori’s shoulders. Her legs straddled Tori’s waist.
“No, Tori…”
The thorns moved at the same pace as the stone. Tori hissed as the stone made it’s way up around Tori’s collarbone. She felt the heaviness and the coldness. Erin smiled the thorns gave bloom to more roses as it wrapped around her neck and torso. Her body was being constricted by the blackened vines. She leaned down.
“Now… I can get what I want. No angels, no monsters, and no distractions.”
Tori’s gaze flickered to the destroyed city, the darkened sky, and scorched ground. Erin remained unaffected as she finally caught Tori’s gaze full on. The stone had crawled it’s way over Tori’s neck and locked it in place.
“I finally get you.”
Erin’s lips captured Tori’s own. The softness ebbed away the feeling of cold feeling that crawled up her jawline. She looked towards Erin, her beloved, and her most precious. She could see as the blackened vines plunged into Erin’s chest, a singular red rose sprung up from the wound. Tori closed her eyes and felt the coldness take over. The world tingled as the light drifted away, sensory input vanished, and then there was a singular lingering thought on her mind: her Erin.
Erin stood up, body covered in vines, thorns, and roses. She looked around towards her lovers. To her left was Malix, her fierce and protective lover lost to time. He again would never escape to hell and leave her.
To her right lay Annabella, the former hunter and the former witch. She lay slumbering, her body covered in the roots of the earth. She would dream happy dreams until the end of time. No longer would she have to deal with the heartache of the waking world.
Before her lay her former hunter, the former hero, and now a statue. She would never return home covered in bruises and scratches. She would have to be frightened ever again.
Erin smiled such a sweet smile. Now no one could steal her loves away ever again.
Tori smiled, leaned back against the wall. Her head turned to the side as she pulled another drag from her cigarette. “You’re awfully curious tonight… Wren,” she said her voice hoarse from the chase.
“Can you keep a secret?”
Her eyes twinkled with delight. Wren smirks and nods his head. “Yeah… I suppose so.” He leaned beside her. His dark eyes fixed upon her and she grinned. “Believe it or not, it’s not a hunting story… it’s from back before the hunter days. Back in the old house with Dad, Hans, and Maria…”
She closed her eyes. Calloused hands pressed to the brick wall. Her lips curled upwards in a faint smile. “It was summer… we were all out on the path… it went through this kind of forest. Maria and Dad lead the way, Maria would name all of the plants. Dad thought it was really cool and Hans and I walked in the back. I don’t think we talked much.
We got to this clearing and we had lunch together. It was really nice… Hans and Dad had cooked a bunch of stuff. I remember Dad had snuck me some extra milk, and Maria gave me her pudding. We stayed out in the forest forever, Dad told us stories about Mom, and at night he taught us how to navigate by the stars.”
“It was I think the happiest memory I have. Of them… before that time.”
She rolled to her side and glanced up at Wren. “Don’t let anyone know I have a soft side truth hunter.” Wren smirks, his dark eyes flash with some form of understanding. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
16. What would you consider a fate worse than death?
Tori groans, the heaviness of his bat weighs on her arm. She turns her head, the sudden stillness in the room lingers heavy. She leans in towards you, her voice drops to a whisper, a painfully quiet whisper.
“I lived it…” she whispered, her eyes a sharp and yet something lingers behind there. The heaviness in her shoulders is apparent. “I’ve been the cause of other people’s suffering… I’ve been the reason people have vanished… I’ve been too late plenty of times. Cassa, she could have…”
Tears threaten to spill from her eyes. She gritted her teeth and turned her head away. Her voice trembled as she continued. “But for my people… if they were the ones I let down. The ones that I hurt…” her voice is drawn into a thin line. Tears tumble over her cheeks as she gritted her teeth.
“The nightmares I’ve had… the voices… the whispers of the thing I try to avoid. If I lived it… if I was the reason…” Her words are choked by sobs. She reached up and pressed the palms of her hands to her eyes. She turned and walked towards the door.
*Matrina walks over dressed up like you* Tooooooori! What do you think of my Tori cosplay? :3
Tori smirks and crosses her arms over her chest. Her bright eyes sparkle with mirth. “Not bad angel face, not bad. I like the use of the short shorts, they are like my favorite look.”
She twists her head, long hair flutters behind her. She grins from ear to ear. “Also your glasses are really cute. I should get a pair like that.”
"Bad End" (Doesn't have to involve Kimmi or Likereal up to you).
‘Was it worthy it…’ was her very first thought. She stood on the edge of the world staring down at the mess that she had wrought. Her green eyes fixed and focused to a singular point. A pool of white feathers mixed with a pool of ruby red. ‘What a pretty thing…’ she thought her hair fluttering in the breeze.
Faintly she heard screaming behind her, the wretched sound of horror and pain fell upon deafen ears. Tori knelt down her fingers brushing over the slick puddle of feathers. The horrifying mass before her looked to terribly disgusting. Still the former hunter could only smile as she lifted her fingers to examine the thick liquid.
“It’s pretty,” she muttered. Her shattered mind didn’t even try to comprehend the grim sight before her. Her ears grew deaf to the horrified screams and the singing that spills forth from the open skies. She feels something, a tug, as she is pulled to her feet. She is forced to turn and face Kimmi and Likereal. The pair look alarmed, Kimmi is crying, her body was shaking, and her lips were moving. She creamed as loud as she could but Tori did not hear her.
Likereal stood in opposition. His bright eyes fixed to her with that determined stare, his jaw squared, and his grip pulled her back. She became aware of the scent of iron and the scent of something more sinister lingered in the air. Her stomach curled into knots as she glanced down at her right hand. To the white knuckled grip over her bat. Her gaze continued downwards towards the wooden bat, to the blood splatted and smeared across the surface. She turned her attention back to Kimmi.
“Tori, why?”
These are the only words Tori can hear. She can hear the angelic choir booming up above. Her blood runs cold as she looks over at the mass of what was once an angel. Her head tilted to the side, long hair tumbled over her shoulders, and she tried to piece back how this had all happened.
It was the angels. They had surprised them, wasn’t that always the case? She shook her head. It all poured back into her mind. The shrieking creature that descended from the heavens. Weapons out as it called out in it’s commanding voice.
“Impure lay yourself down upon my blade and be spared the shame of your defiance.”
Likereal had not given up so easily and Kimmi. She was too frightened to move, too afraid, and Tori… she had been so close by. She was always watching and waiting, and now she knows why she was called to. The angel and fallen angel had gone into battle, Likereal would fall to the ground bleeding and helpless as the angel turned to Kimmi. Kimmi could not escape, she was too slow, and the angel was too powerful. The half angel let out a horrified shriek as the angel came upon her. She ducked down, attempted to shield her lithe form and the hunter sprang into action.
Two steps, a swing of the bat, and then the thud is all it takes. It’s a surprise attack so he falls on the ground. She’s got rage and she’s got the advantage. It takes only a few moments and now her Kimmi is safe and Likereal is safe.
Though now her fate is sealed. She turns to Likereal and Kimmi. Her smile is faint as she hears the song grow louder. “Go,” she says with blood stain hands that brush against Likereal’s arm.
“They will look to eradicate the sinner.”
Likereal’s expression shifts into that of understanding. He stepped aside and Kimmi filled the space. She grabbed onto Tori’s arms, her own hands brush against the blood. “Tori we can all make it. If we run now,” she tried her eyes wide and eager. Tori smiles her left hand raises to wrap around Kimmi. She pulls her lover closer, her eyes fixed to Likereal as a weak smile spread across her features.
“Kimmi I love you,” she starts, already she can hear Kimmi cry. The tears tumble from her cheeks. She feels Kimmi’s arm snake around her waist.
“T-tori.”
Tori glances towards Likereal. The fallen angel nods his head. His expression grows grim. He understands what needs to be done. He approaches the two women, his own eyes meeting with Tori. There are no more words and there is no more time. All the former hunter can say is:
“goodbye.”
Kimmi screams out ripped from Tori’s arms. Likereal’s grip is strong and he will be fast enough. He drags Kimmi away, away from the chorus, away from the heavenly glow, and away from the sense of weightlessness. Tori smiles, closes her eyes, and then there is nothing.
