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if your sonas name is kiki, what would a bouoba look like
the answer is simpler than you think wheheh >:B
they're my secondary sona at this point. (Bea - she/they 🐻✨)
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if your sonas name is kiki, what would a bouoba look like
the answer is simpler than you think wheheh >:B
they're my secondary sona at this point. (Bea - she/they 🐻✨)
Location: Council Headquarters Closed For: The Council & The Hunter ( @cantfightmoonlightlight @moonglowmagic @nicocastillo @readbentweenthelines )
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For the past year, the citizens of Lunar Cove had been terrorized by some faceless adversary that had taunted them, taking the lives of everyone in leadership and leaving the town floundering. On Valentine's day, they made their biggest strike yet, a year after the first attack. For the first time in that year, Bea felt like they might have gotten the upperhand, despite having been kidnapped with a small portion of the population of their town, no one on their side had died. Of the hunters, only one remained, and she was being restrained in a soundproof room on the other side of the building while the Council best decided how to handle the situation. "I think we should probably make a game plan before we get in there. Maybe we make a list of all the things we want answered before we head in, so we know what information to aim for?" There was also the matter of what to do with the captive after the interrogation, but Bea didn't want to think about that just yet. "Do any of you have experience in... interrogation?" she asked uncertainly.
@beafitz
it was nice to have people there to ground him as he got used to a new place. bea was one of those people. over the last couple of months, she and wilder were the ones who showed him around, introduced him to people, and got him settled in. and he knew she was upset about danny, and he knew the anniversary of her mother disappearing was that day, so he managed to get his hand on some of her favorite cupcakes, and a bottle of wine. that’s what he always saw in movies when people were trying to cheer others up. when she opened the door, he smiled and lifted up his hand holding the bag. “happy friend day.” because if her mom hadn’t disappeared, they would have never gotten close, and he never would have met the physical therapist who helped him walk again. that felt selfish to think.
@beafitz
her friendship with bea had never developed much after their summer together, but still, there was a feeling of protectiveness that lived in her heart for her. and it appeared that, were they true, the things written about her could have opened up wounds that had yet to fully heal. and so when she saw her in the library, sitting by herself, she went to sit with her. “are you busy?”
did a lineup of all the major players in our hunter game!
left to right:
dr. beatrice “bea” seimer (she/they; my pc; cheiron scientist & soon-to-be board member)
special agent milo delacruz (he/him; our other pc; psychic detective; vascu agent)
ted krieg (he/him; bea’s supervisor/support; cheiron)
special agent eric melford (they/them; IT/tech support)
senior special agent carlisle (they/he; milo’s supervisor/support; vascu)
darren brisbane, esq. (he/him; bea’s best friend + not-husband; attorney w/ cheiron)
brody bradshaw (he/him; nasty rich boy; local chapter leader of ashwood abbey)
bea is dating all of them except milo (and then also a couple other folks. she’s gay.)
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one for my baby | bea & felix
Setting: August 24th. Summary: Revenge is a dish best served cold. Warnings: Violence, mild torture, poison mentions. With: @beatrice-blaze
The spellcaster’s magic admittedly hadn’t been much but it moved and grooved through Felix wonderfully. It would be good for a couple of weeks at most. But it wasn’t the spellcaster’s magic that had him smiling across the table. Feeling more like himself than he had in a hot minute. It was Bea. She was alive and while the rage at the possibility of her not being so again lingered, he didn’t think much of it as he idly ran his thumb across her knuckles. Didn’t think much of what Lydia said either. As bitter on the tongue and heavy on the heart as they sat. As much joy as there was in spending time with Bea, finally, there was also business for them to do. Hand in hand, they had started the night early. If they were to find the bartender from Pat’s opening, they would have to do some wandering. The fae had a feeling that the bartender would flit from bartop to bartop. There was too much heat in staying in the same spot but if they were employed by Roy Chambers, they couldn’t go all that far. He glanced over to the bar and then back at her, a brow raised.
“Do you think they thought real long about what to name this place or did it come to them fast?” He grinned at her. “I kinda like the name.
It had become harder and harder to get out of bed excited following the events of the Coven trial and the poisoning. Bea half wondered if they were right about her being unnatural and all of this was karma for daring to come back the way she did. This date, though, it gave her something to be excited about. She felt normal as she got ready for it, the ritual of putting herself together helped. She didn’t have to think hard at all as she clipped her hair back and swiped her lipstick on. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to have night out until she took in her reflection. She saw the confident woman who ran her own business and could control a room, even after everything that had changed. Death and the Coven couldn’t take this away from her. Going out after being poisoned was nerve wracking to say the least, but she kept her shoulders back and chin lifted. She couldn’t be afraid of everything, she refused to be stuck afraid. She snorted at Felix’s question, voice teasing, “You would like the name.” She did like this place and she had to admit the name was funny. “Was that the reason you picked this place out for tonight?” She asked with a grin. Glancing away, she looked towards the bar, and Bea thanked God that she had gotten better about her poker face. “The man serving on the left end of the bar gave me my drink.”
His eyes rolled playfully. “Oh yeah? You’re not starting to think I’m too predictable already, are ya? It looked like a nice place.” His voice lowered into faux concern but truthfully, he felt a little touch of relief. Felix hadn’t voiced it too much as he wanted to give her her space, but he had been worried. He had sat by her quietly in the dim light of his apartment and listened as he gently would her hair between his fingers. Truth of the matter was that he still was. Excommunication had never happened to him but the pain, the quiet rage in her as she told him, he understood as best as an outsider could. Her family had put her and her sisters aside. It baffled him, made the heat rise up in him. Plenty of things lately had elicited that response in him. A trigger finger twitch. It came alive in him again as his eyes slid back over to the bar and looked at the one serving on the left. Watched the easy confidence and smile he held. But the way he glanced over his shoulder intermittently was a nervous after job tic that Felix knew well. He took a drink from his ice water then pulled his hands back towards him to fold them together on the table. “How you wanna go about this, Bea?” As angry as he was, she was the one who had been done dirty. “I don’t know if he’s nervous enough to run.”
“I don’t think you could be predictable if you tried,” Bea grinned at him. There was something so easy about being with Felix that she couldn’t even explain. He didn’t push her to tell him about what had happened with the Coven, letting her explain it after she had simmered through her feelings. He knew how to deal with her better than almost anyone else did. He didn’t flinch away from her when anger took over her voice, nor did he see her differently for the hate that stained the edges of her warmth. He didn’t expect her to be someone, he just simply allowed her to show him who she was. He took every new facet with grace. She had never felt acceptance like this before. She watched the bartender for a moment, before carefully angling her face away from him, just in case he recognized her. “If I approach him, he might remember me. So, it would probably be best for you to find a way to get him out back? Or we could wait until the end of his shift, catch him on the way out?” She hadn’t done this before, vengeance was a new flavor for Bea. The Hunter wasn’t even dead yet and he was who Bea was truly waiting to flex her revenge on. She glanced at Felix for approval, sure that he had much more experience with this than she did.
“That sorta thing has it uses,” Felix said back with a wink. Especially when it came to things like potential murder. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he thought. His heels tapped a staccato rhythm into the floor of the Codfather as he considered their options. It wasn’t the good old days of just calling in a few guys with a few guns and wrapping it up in five. That was too impersonal. As he looked back over to Bea, with her smiling eyes and warmth, he just didn’t find that sorta hit to be satisfactory. Not even close. It was a human notion that revenge didn’t satisfy. That retaliation was a fool’s gambit. They were the sort to beat themselves up over that kind of thing, weren’t they, he thought. As he listened to Bea, a certain sort of twinkle met his eyes. “You know, I think I can chat him up, get him outside,” he said as he gently pulled his hand away from hers and adjusted his tie. Before he continued toward the bar, he pressed a kiss to the top of Bea’s head. “Wish me luck, doll.”
The seat on the far left was open and he grabbed it, his hands folded and relaxed against the countertop. He spoke up as the bartender approached. “Hey, pal. I don’t wanna drop a weird one on you but have you ever heard of a Rob Roy?” The bartender nodded. Felix smiled and held up two fingers. Wiggled them. “Great, great. Say, can I get two of those in the chamber?” He held the bartender’s eyes as the man turned to grab the shaker, paused, then turned back. Mouth slightly open with an unsaid question. His head tilted to survey Felix with a side eye glance. The way he made the drinks, haphazardly and fast, he had to expect he wasn’t getting a good tip. He set them down with a clatter. Some of the red spilled over but Felix didn’t pay it any mind as he grabbed the toothpick with two cherries speared through. “Oh geez, you alright? Did I startle you?” He pulled one of the cherries off and popped it into his mouth. Chewed. “I know, you know. Ease up.”
The bartender’s expression darkened as he splayed his hands across the bartop. “No, I don’t know what you know,” he said to the fae. “Your drinks are done. Fuck off.” Felix tipped his head to the side. “It didn’t take long at all for you to get a new job, huh? This place is nice.” The bartender glanced to the side. “Who are you? What do you want?”
The man wasn’t happy about it but after a few more words, he agreed to meet Felix at a secondary location. Not far. And he would be by himself. Pleased, the fae returned to Bea. One new Rob Roy in hand. “We’ll have our chat in about thirty. I’d say it went pretty well,” he said as he sat down and slid the drink over to her. “I had him remake this one a couple times. I hope it’s alright!”
Bea watched Felix with sharp eyes, soaking in how he worked. While she didn’t do hits or jobs, it was useful to understand what he was doing. She had John deal with people who asked too many questions or threatened her performers, preferring, at the time, to not know the details. Though, this all made her wonder if she should begin to deal with some of those moments personally. She let out a chuckle as she took the drink. “And when we meet him, what’s the plan?” There was a part of Bea that would have loved to force a poisoned drink down his throat so he could feel the panic she had felt, as she and Felix watched, able to help but unwilling to. The other part of her wanted to be louder, more painful. He would be the technical first life she took herself, though August’s blood was on more than just her hands. “Had to make sure it was perfect for me before you brought it back?” She teased, before taking a sip. “I don’t think I’ve had this before.”
“Talk to him and go from there, I’m thinking,” Felix said with a light shrug. He didn’t have much of a plan beyond their intention for the bartender to not see another tomorrow. If they got any answers, any information, it would be a solid evening all around. “You know, see where the mood takes us.” The smile he had was small. Tighter. He got that way before any moves were made, any plans came to fruition. In less than an hour, they would be alone with one of the men that was complicit in not only Bea’s poisoning, but so many others. “I got a little carried away with a new friend the other day doing a similar sorta gig,” he said quietly as he took a small sip of his own drink and looked at Bea. “If we keep it clean, we keep it clean. If not? Well, hey, we had good intentions.” His smile was a little more boyish, a little more vibrant. Having Bea at his side, hand in hand, was already exciting. This was something else. Something new. It was them working together to see something through. He eyed his drink and swirled the red. “And these? They’re not bad. We could probably make better ones at home, truth be told. But they got the point across with our pal over there.”
Bea couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she laughed,“I’m sure the mood will make sure we get somewhere very interesting.” Energy buzzed under her skin as she thought of how close they were to speaking to the bartender. She couldn’t help the slightly giddy smile that was beginning to break through her typically controlled expressions. She couldn’t be more thankful that she was doing this with Felix. He understood why and he was willing to help walk her through her first real experience. “A new friend? That’s exciting. I will be going in with good intentions, but who knows how the mood will take me. This is my first time after all. I have no gauge for how this will go.” She wasn’t at all worried though, not with Felix there to help. She was safe with him. As his smile grew, she had to resist the urge to lean over the table to kiss him, the anticipation and excitement getting to her. “Making a point with a drink, I like it. I’ll have to make sure to keep that move in my back pocket for next time.” She took a sip of her drink again, before grinning towards Felix again,“You know this might be the best I’ve had in years.” The excitement of upcoming events made the drink that much better.
Felix understood that the act of, well, murder wasn’t something that most considered a valid response to being wronged. Understanding didn’t mean that he cared for it or acknowledged it. He had gotten farther, had gotten better, by doing the opposite of wallowing in it. Violence wasn’t his first choice but if it was the first move from another’s hand, then it sure as heck was his followup. As she talked, there was a brief flicker. Bea was raised on those human morals that he spent a lifetime rolling his eyes at and counting his money over as it burned. He worked his jaw. “Yeah, she was pretty nice to work with. Sure as heck didn’t suffer any fools,” he said. The smile in his tone and expression wavered as his tone lowered. “He tried to hurt a lot of people. People we know. You. It’s hard to abide by a thing like that.” Eye for a fucking eye. The old way. Cold ran through his fingers. “It’s not a bad one. That trick. And the drink ain’t bad either.” He glanced over to the bartender, eyes somewhat narrowed. The guy was making quick work of cleaning his area and making an excuse to leave to the night’s other bartender. Felix looked back to Bea and raised a brow. “You ready, Bea?”
Was she ready? Bea didn’t really know. She didn’t think she would know until she stood in front of the man who had poisoned her. She nodded, shoulders back and jaw set. This was earned, what happened to him next he deserved. The giddy energy in her settled in her stomach, like it did before a performance. Standing, she reached for his hand,“Lead the way.” She thought of the knife she had strapped to her thigh as they walked. Thought of how it would be satisfying to make the bartender regret ever taking that job. How this would finally solidify to herself that she was capable of taking care of people who wronged her and her family. He wasn’t a message to anyone to anyone but Bea. The Hunter, what they would do to him, he would be a message. In some ways, this man was a warm up. She squeezed Felix’s hand, reminding herself that he was there, this would be okay, whatever happened.
They hadn’t eaten much but Felix left a nice tip as they stood up and readied themselves to leave. He squeezed Bea’s hand securely in his as they walked out, arm in arm. Where the bartender would meet them wasn’t far but it was secure. Quiet. A solitary sort of place where things might go unnoticed and where certain types of conversations could be held. He kept pace with Bea as they walked through the gathering dark of Harris Island. The ignition of a lighter and the familiar sound of a cigarette pull guided him toward the selected meeting place. Now that he was out of work, the bartender looked a bit more relaxed. Sleeves rolled up, bow tie loose. Like he didn’t have a great care in the world. “I got a friend with me. Do you mind?” Felix grinned as they approached and the bartender took them in. The both of them. His eyes narrowed and then widened as they fell on Bea. “Wait a second. Weren’t you at…?” Felix cut him off sharply as he looked over at Bea. “I don’t know, doll. Were you?”
There was something satisfying in seeing how relaxed the bartender was. Bea was glad she could be the one that brought tension back to his shoulders. She looked over the man with an amused smile. Good, he remembered her. “I was actually. I even got a really special invitation,” Her smile turned cold,“My little sisters were there too.” The pain he put her through with her own poisoning was enough to make her blood boil, the fact that her sisters had been hurt too, that enraged her. All of the anger Bea had been holding onto, this man was the perfect person to release it on. “You know the last time someone tried to kill my sister, I died for her. Imagine what I’m willing to do to people for her now that I'm alive again,” She stepped forward, her shadow darkening as it seemed to raise off the floor. It pooled around her feet, though Bea hardly noticed, her eyes set firmly on the bartender in front of her.
The fae stopped smiling as soon as the bartender did. His joyful expression drew down into a hard line. He was polite enough to let Bea speak instead of floundering over some poorly made excuse. Felix could give him that. He didn’t have a sense of righteousness but listening to Bea, the anger in her voice, felt close enough. What could be expected of someone that forces in the town seemed eager to get rid of? His gaze shifted from her face to the darkness that dwelled around her feet. It moved like a pile of snakes and he wondered if he leaned close enough, might he hear them hiss. He had never seen it before. Not from her. Hekate. His expression remained smooth as he looked back at the bartender. He seemed to have noticed it too. Felix spoke up. “So, that’s what Roy Chambers has you doing, huh? Mixing a few drinks, adding a little death to spice it up when he wants?” His hands rested comfortably in his pockets. “You really ought to remember the people you try to kill, fella. Some of ‘em got long memories.”
The bartender squared his shoulders and whether it was fear or a fool’s confidence, he blew hot air towards Bea. His eyes didn’t match his tone. “I do what he wants and the Boss always gets what he wants. That’s how it works, you fucking idiot.” He shook his head with a snort, his eyes on Bea. The lampade stepped to the side, the tip of his tongue pressed to his sharp canine as he listened. “You’re supposed to be dead. You. Maybe a sister or two. Who cares?”
Whatever was happening was bigger than just what happened at Pat’s, Bea had figured that, but she wasn’t that concerned with it at the current moment. Bigger fish to fry and all that. Or, in her case, more personal fish. “Oh, I know I should be dead, but you know human sacrifice helps with that particular issue,” She told him drily. What this man knew wouldn’t matter in the end and so her lips were a little looser than they should have been, even if it was just to make a half hearted dead joke. There was no way this night ended with the bartender breathing. She stepped forward and finally noticed the shadows hovering at her feet. She could have laughed, it was like when she was a child and she didn’t know how to control her flames. It probably wasn’t the time to experiment, but Bea flicked her hand forward anyway. One of the shade serpents sprung out, wrapping itself around the man’s leg. With her palm down, Bea pushed her hand toward the floor and the shadow seemed to follow the motion, forcing the man to take a knee. “To be completely honest, I’m not here for a chat.”
Beatrice exuded the kind of confidence that most silver screen starlets spent their whole lives trying to achieve and Felix couldn’t take his eyes off her. Eat your heart out, Lauren Bacall. Shadows at her beck and call, and heck, he felt lucky to count himself among them. But right then wasn’t the time to fawn over his love. Not when there was a troublesome man making a mess of things and trying to kill people, no less. The shadow brought the man down. A knife tumbled out of his hand onto the moist grass. His other leg splayed to the side to try and keep himself upright. Not quite a proper kneel. The fae deftly snatched the knife off the ground and took a moment to look it over. “Can’t blame a gal for being tired of motherfuckers tryna kill her and hers.” Felix hummed. He slipped in and out of the dark as he walked, a sharp line of silver steel in his hand. He tightened his grip on the handle, mindful of the iron. “I know you guys sit pretty high up there. You, Roy Chambers, and the rest of your fucking crew.” The fae propped his foot on the knee of the man’s splayed out leg and met his wide eyes. “Word of advice? You really, really ought to look down more.” At the word down, Felix stomped. Hard.
Watching Felix’s work, Bea lost her breath for a second. She couldn’t say that it was because she was scared of his actions, no, it was because of how effortless he looked when he did it. God, he was beautiful in his element. His violence wasn’t what made this special, no it was the fact that this was a different side of him that she got to see. Maybe this was why her coven had been so afraid of her, they could see how she would thrive in a moment like this. As the bartender let out a choked scream, crumpling to the floor, Bea slipped her knife from its holster. Her confidence wavered, she didn’t know where to start. She could make it drawn out, she could make it hurt, but did she want to? She wanted retribution for what happened to her, but didn’t know what was too far. She glanced at Felix, before steeling herself and plunging the knife into the bartenders stomach, twisting the blade.
Felix lifted his foot and stepped away. His expression was dull as he looked at the bartender. “Jesus Christ, s-stop. I’m just the fuckin’ bartender.” Blood gathered at the corners of the bartender’s mouth as the knife twisted. Droplets sprayed as he talked. The fae shook his head. How many people had he dealt with like this before? Enough to get comfortable with it. Before he worked his way up the ranks, from soldier to capo to consigliere. He didn’t pride himself in the bloody work the way some of the others did. He just liked to get a point across and see the moment some poor bastard had an epiphany. Remember who you’re dealing with. Remember that you made your own bed. If he and Erin, the whole lot of them, were really going to blow Roy Chambers out of the water, they had to thin out the pack.
Normally, Felix didn’t mix business with personal but circumstances had changed. He wasn’t going to lose Bea again. Nobody was. And she wasn’t going to lose anybody. Jane, too. It snowballed, really, the reckoning that came for some well paid bartender who probably used his hands for work. Felix considered that as he stabbed his knife through the man’s hand and pinned it to the ground. He probably used his knee too. Blood came and he met the man’s eyes from his crouched position. “Promise me you’ll stop screaming and I won’t make it worse for you.” The man nodded frantically and tried to move his hand. Felix grabbed the knife and turned it just slightly. “Nah, say it.” When the words came, he released his grip of the knife and stepped away. The bond was set. He looked at Bea and gestured to the man. The man stared at him and shook his head frantically. Screams collected in his throat but went nowhere. Color began to leave his face. Felix blinked at him. “I didn’t say nothing about her. You didn’t poison me.”
“I was just some woman at a restaurant. We’re all just someone,” Bea hissed at him. He had taken that job, he should have thought of the potential consequences. She grimaced at the droplets of blood, she had thought of the potential mess, but she hadn’t thought it would come from his mouth. Maybe this wasn’t for her, she didn’t like mess, at least not mess that could touch her. She smiled as Felix made the man beneath them promise, she guessed no one ever warned him against promises. She trusted Felix when it came to the word, but never anyone else. “No one really explained how this town worked to you, huh?” She asked as she pulled the blade out of the man. She dragged it against his wound for a moment, before moving up to his neck. She considered it for a moment, but her sacrifices had shown her that was very messy. The knife found its home in his chest.
Felix spent the last few moments of the man’s life in a quiet. Hands in his pockets and his eyes on the metaphorical dying of the light. When the bartender’s chest seized one last time and the blood slowed, the fae’s gaze moved to Bea. He knew about her necromancy. It was hard not to know considering she had come back to life. His eyes searched her face. She wasn’t disgusting. Or an abomination. She was Bea and he loved her. She wouldn’t die again. The man they killed served no purpose other than to get that point across that no one fucked with them. How did that fit with a necromancer’s philosophy? He went to her then, his fingers curled against her jawline as he looked at her. “Hiya Bea,” he said with a quick smile. “You okay, doll?”
Death fascinated her, but when Bea first picked up a necromancer tome, she had never thought that she would be the one dealing out death. Had her face looked like that when she had died? As much as she didn’t savor the feeling of becoming a killer, she was glad that it had been her hand that had pushed the blade in. He had poisoned her and her family, it was her point to prove. She pulled her knife out and looked toward Felix. “I’m okay,” She nodded. “I had to do it.” She looked back to the body,“What do we do with him now?”
Felix looked down at the body with a passive glance. "I'll get it taken care of for us." It was how he figured the evening would go. A nice dinner, a little vengeance. But as he looked at the human's body, he could only breathe in through his nose and raise a brow. It was a small victory, in the grand scheme of it all, but it put a man in the dirt. A man that had tried to take the lives of people he loved. That Bea loved. There would be more work to do when the sun fell again. The fae turned over his wrist and checked his watch. He couldn't help but laugh over a dead man. "It's a little unconventional but…" He pressed a kiss to Bea's temple as he held her hands in his, blood and all. "Happy birthday, Bea."
That Path We Tread | bea, blanche, luce, nell, nic, & winston
TIMING: Right after this. LOCATION: Bea’s necromancy clearing. PARTIES: @nelllraiser @beatrice-blaze @divineluce @danetobelieve @harlowhaunted SUMMARY: Help. They're dying. I need help. Warnings: Vomit tw, body horror tw
Like a jacked mother possum with all the children on the back.
Exhausted, Winston wrapped their arm more tightly around Bea. Watching Nell and Luce and Blanche. Everything had gone wrong. They’d got her back. Bea was alive. But everyone was fucked up. Winston could barely stand. Fuck they could barely feel like they could breath. They were so hot. Their phone would work to call an ambulance. Sweat poured down their back soaking their shirt. Whenever Winston tried to operate their phone it just refused to work, the screen crackling and it overheating whenever they went near it. So right now it was lying on top of their bag. They spotted someone coming and tried to scramble to their feet before spotting the biggest, burliest man they’d ever seen. The type of man you definitely wouldn’t want to see on a dark night in the forest. Winston had never been more overjoyed to see Nic in their life. Heart swelling with relief, Winston basically choked back a sob of emotion before gaining their composure. “Nic, Nic!” Winston shouted at him, “Fuck, please you need to help, we need to get Luce to a fucking hospital and I can’t get my phone to work and I’m too tired to move Bea and Nell and, fuck, please, help us.” They looked at him pleadingly. Why the fuck was it like one hundred degrees at midnight?
Help. They’re dying. I need help. Nicodemus hadn’t expected anything good to come from what it was they were doing. It was out of his area of expertise, sure, but what was asked of him wasn’t. His expression grew bitter and he moved as soon as his eyes passed over help. Follow the smell of blood and burnt flesh. His empty stomach roiled as he neared the clearing and broke through brush. The smell was thick in his nose and throat. Jesus fucking Christ, what had they all done? Everyone was damn near injured and briefly, he wondered if an attack of some sort happened. There sure as shit was a body. He didn’t know shit all about magic. Had it gone the way they wanted? As he processed, his eyes shot over to Winston. “Fuckin’ shit, Winston,” he said as he walked over in long strides. Put a hand on their shoulder as if it might steady. “It’s alright.” He wasn’t sure about it even as he said it but he understood what they asked of him well enough. “Gonna get y’all outta here.” He sought out Nell and tried to keep the worry from spilling out. She was alive. Luce was alive. Blanche was too. Where the smell of blood came thickest, he saw Bea. ...Maybe alive? “...Well alright,” he said carefully. He didn’t feel the need to reach for his knife but he eyed her warily. He took in a heavy breath before he looked at Blanche. “You got your car?”
Luce started breathing again soon after she began CPR, but not after Blanche heard the crack of Luce’s ribs. She was bent awkwardly over Luce, whispering to her not to move and that she was going to be okay. At some point, she had shrugged off her white jacket and handed it to Nell. “Arms. Wrap them as best you can. Please.” Before going back to make sure Luce was alright. Bea was fine - or, well, as fine as she could be, if a little disoriented. “Luce, it’s okay don’t worry. Don’t move. You can’t move yet.” Blanche whispered again, brushing her hair out of her face just as Winston began shouting Nic’s name. She almost forgot she texted him, but relief and hope hit her as she practically sprang to her feet. “Nic!” Blanche cried. “We need to get them to the - oh. My car? Yes. That way.” Blanche pointed down the slight path. “Not even 10 minutes, I pulled up as close as I could. But I can’t carry them myself. I think Nell can walk. Winston can, maybe. But Luce - I think she had a heart attack? And Bea - she’s confused. And - I need help. We need help. Please.” Blanche rushed through the facts as fast as possible, looking at the others in concern.
“Nic?” Nell’s confused voice pervaded the air, unable to make sense of where the hell he’d come from in the middle of all this chaos. Nevertheless, a way of utter relief slammed into her as he arrived, knowing that if Nic was here- everything would be okay. He’d proven more than once just how capable his hands were, and by now he had a way of making Nell fell calm, like everything was in control when he was around. The jacket that Blanche had given her to cover her arms was already soaked through only a few moments after she put it on, and everytime she so much as moved- the way the fabric brushed against her skinless arms just made the excruciating pain start anew. Thankfully, the peeling had finally stopped near the tops of her arms. “She’s okay?” Nell asked tentatively, scared of the answer that she might get. Which sister was she even talking about? Bea or Luce? Both. She needed to know that both were alright. Now that the initial panic amongst them had subsided, she looked to Bea, her heart stopping in her chest as her sister sat there, staring back with open eyes that were alive. “Bea?” she asked nervously. Had she come back right? Bea had said her name, hadn’t she? Both Nell’s and Luce’s. She knew them. That was a good sign, right? What was left of Nell’s magic began to try and stitch her arms back together, but instead of growing new skin, the tips of her hands simply scabbed, nothing more.
The world was swimming. It felt like Bea had just spun around in an office chair so many times she could count. It was enough to make her nauseous. Listing away from Winston, she heaved, nothing more than bile left her. She looked up to see Nic standing over her and Winston and squinted her eyes. “Brownies?” She slurred at the hunter, unable to think of anything meaningful to say to him. She had no idea why he or Winston was here, but she was very grateful to see them. She knew her and her sisters weren’t capable of taking care of themselves at this point. Her head lolled over to look at Nell, reaching a shaking hand out to her youngest sister. “Nellie,” She rasped again, trying to focus on the younger woman. “You’re… hurt.” It took more strength than Bea realized to be speaking. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. “We…” She took a deep breath before speaking again, eyes slipping closed as she tried to force words from her mouth. “... Need to go.” It wasn’t good for them to spend any more time in this circle. She could feel the grass around her already withering. They had to get somewhere less shrouded in death if they wanted to have any time to breathe.
Struggling to their feet, Winston turned to assess the situation. Honestly, everything hurt. Their head was swimming and they couldn’t think clearly. Everything was so hot. It hadn’t been this hot earlier and Winston pulled their jacket off and staggered over to their bag. Stuffing everything inside, they couldn’t help but notice that their phone was still being weird. But that was a problem for later and Winston had to make sure that everyone got out okay. Even if they felt terrible. Sweat had already drenched their clothes. Staggering back to Nell, Winston helped her to her feet without touching her skin. It looked, well it looked painful and Winston was pretty sure that was the second or third white jacket that Blanche was going to have to replace now. “I agree,” Winston pulled their inhaler out of their jeans and sucked down several puffs, “we need to get Luce and Nell to a hospital and Bea too really.” Winston wasn’t sure how they were going to explain this. “Nic, I don’t think Luce can walk, I don’t know about Bea either… do you think you could,” Winston gestured awkwardly at them before miming at lifting motion, “y’know?”
The hardened edge that had settled over Nicodemus’s face softened by a fraction when Nell spoke to him. “It’s me, kid. I gotcha,” he said as he looked at the red jacket that covered her arms. At her question, he glanced over to her sisters. Far as he could tell, they were, but he had a sneaking suspicion that would fade the longer they lingered. He swallowed down the feeling in his throat and nodded at Winston. “Yup, gonna get y’all there.” How he had come to be the safety net and wrangler of a bunch of magical younglings, he didn’t know. It didn’t bother him in the slightest. With apprehension, he looked at Bea and for a moment didn’t breathe. Brownies. Well, at least it wasn’t a knife. Slowly, he nodded at her. “Didn’t have time to put the fuckin’ oven on,” he muttered dryly as he shrugged off his top layer and threw it around her. “Gonna need you to get on my back here in a second, Bea. Gonna get Luce and then we’re goin’.” The middle sister’s breath was faint but her heart was still in it. The hunter could feel it as he looped an arm under her shoulder and the other under her legs. He walked back over to Bea, Luce in arms, and crouched. “Ain’t gonna drop you. Just hold on as best you can, alright?” As soon as she was on and secured, they could get gone from whatever the fuck had transpired.
“Be careful. Her ribs,” Blanche said quietly to Nic has he scooped Luce up in his arms. “Please. I - she - CPR.” It was the only explanation she could manage to get out. At least she was breathing. At least it didn’t take her long to start breathing again. At least Luce was alive. She looked between Bea and Nell, almost guiltily as he Nic crouched to Bea could climb on. God, Bea was confused, but lucid enough to know that they had to get out of here and that Nell was hurt. That was a good sign. Or, she hoped it was a good sign. She didn’t actually know. Blanche looked at her one stark white jacket now stained red from Nell’s arms. Bile rose in her throat and she coughed once - twice - no. Not now. Blanche swallowed it back, shaking her head as she inched closer to Nell and Winston. “Do either of you need help?” Blanche asked quietly. She could help the both of them, if they needed it. Nic would take care of Bea and Luce and they would all get to the care and it would be fine. They just needed to get to her fucking Jeep.
The hospital? Even now Nell’s stomach turned nervously at the word, that place always making her anxious. But Nisa wasn’t here, and even if their mother had been- she wouldn’t be able to see them all at once. And something was very wrong with Luce. Why had she just collapsed like that? As Bea touched her, Nell half expected that same, clammy touch she’d felt when she’d picked up Bea’s body from the god forsaken death site in the woods to take her to Nic. When she’d first died. But there it was thrumming away underneath Bea’s skin, and though her sister’s jostling hurt, she wouldn’t have traded the feeling of Bea’s hand for anything in that moment. “You’re- you’re here.” Again, it seemed that everything she’d been keeping carefully locked up these last few weeks were surging forwards, and something about Bea caring that Nell was hurt caused more tears to fall down her cheeks. Her sister was alive, breathing, and could care again. A true reunion would have to wait when everyone needed medical attention, but Nell was already yearning for it. “Thank you,” she said to Winston as she tested her feet, somewhat unsteady, but able to walk despite the burning of her injuries. “I can walk. Let’s go.” They needed to get Luce and Bea to the hospital, to actual help. Ever so slowly, her arms were beginning to magically scab over, leaving a rough trail up to the middle of her forearms. Still no new flesh to be told of, though.
Her eyes were finally beginning to adjust and Bea recognized that she was meant to do something now. She didn’t want to stop looking over Nell, but Luce was dying and the littlest Vural was bleeding so much Bea wasn’t sure how she could be standing. She pulled herself onto Nic, grimacing as she realized she was still covered in blood. “Thank you,” She told him softly. Fragments of memories were starting to flow through her. Find someone willing to take care of me. She didn’t know who she said those words to, but something told her that Nic was this person. Her eyes trailed back to Luce, fierce now, she was not allowed to die. She wasn’t even allowed to think about dying. Bea would personally bring her back to scream at her for dying. Even if it would have been Bea’s fault for asking for this. She wanted to lay her head down and fall asleep, but the necromancer forced her eyes to stay open. She could not fall asleep when her sister was on death’s doorway.
Winston’s head was swimming. A dull throb rang over and over and over and over again. But they kept plodding onwards. Sweat pouring down their back. It was so goddamn hot. They took another step. The grass golding beneath the soles of their shoes. Then another step. Then another. They could feel the energy surging within them and Winston knew that something was wrong. They stopped dead in their tracks. The group continued around them. Their breath quickened. Their heart was racing. Their blood pulsed. It felt like it was boiling within them. Why were they so hot? Everyone was a few feet away. It struck them, a groan in their stomach, a bead of sweat trickled down their face and suddenly they couldn’t help themselves. A moan of pain erupted from their stomach and as Winston opened their mouth to make a sound, a roiling wave of fire exploded from their mouth. They did their best to point it towards the sky, and avoid burning anyone. It lasted for a few seconds maybe, but it left Winston doubled over and curled up in the grass. “Oh, fuck, I don’t feel so good,” they groaned.
The hunter was careful not to jostle the two Vural sisters as he walked. They needed to get away from the clearing. Away from the body and the blood and whatever else. Nicodemus paused as Winston groaned and immediately, his eyes shot over to them. Shit. It wasn’t likely that he could bundle them up on top of the two he already carried. And then Winston spat fire. He blinked. Alright. What the fuck was happening to all of them? “...Get ‘em up,” he said to Blanche, not too unkindly. Each minute they lingered, the worry kicked up in his pulse. What good would it be if they all died out in the fucking field? Nah, he was tired of people dying and he reckoned the lot of them were too. “Please. We gotta get. We gotta get ‘em all--” He didn’t finish as he started up again, quicker but no less careful, towards Blanche’s jeep. His eyes narrowed as a storm of thoughts clouded his head. He could sort it out later. As the rest grew closer to the jeep, he spoke up again. Something told him it was necessary. Especially after whatever the hell she might’ve seen and he carried the aftermath of. “Blanche, when we get ‘em all in, let me have your keys. You ain’t drivin’.”
Fuck, Winston just breathed fire. Blanche sprang back from them with a low shriek, staring at them, aghast. “What - “ But there was no time. Nic told her to grab them, pull them up, and she listened. Blanche hadn’t liked the feeling of this place since Bea had shown it to them weeks before, but now the feeling of death and despair clung to the air, making it thick and suffocating. She pulled Winston to their feet, careful to help them walk. The walk to the Jeep wasn’t terrible. Blanche was hyper focused on it: Get everyone there, get everyone to the hospital, make sure everyone was okay. “Luce and Bea - lay them in the trunk. Nell and Winston can have the back. By the windows.” As the black jeep came into sight, she almost started crying in relief, and she almost missed what Nic said. The car unlocked and she was already shuffling Winston into the back seat and rounding the body of the car to open the door for Nell. “What?” She stared at Nic. “I -” She what? Blanche realized how sick she felt right then. She silently held out her pink lanyard once Luce and Bea were settled, before going to sit in the passenger side. They were going to be okay. They were going to get to the hospital, and then everything would be all better.
The sound of a steady electrical beeping. Repetitive, droning. Over and over. That was what first filtered in through the darkness. Then, pain. Sharp surface level pain, stinging and fierce. And underneath it, there was a dull, heavy weight that pressed down upon her chest. With a low groan, Luce forced her tired eyes to open. A sterile white room greeted her, bright fluorescents blinding and she shut her eyes immediately. Pillows, she could feel them behind her head, and sheets oddly warm against her skin. Her chest, her chest ached. Gritting her teeth, Luce willed herself to power through the fatigue that pressed down upon her body. She opened her eyes once more, glancing around the room. She wasn’t alone-- there was another bed next to hers. Someone else lay in it. Her eyes struggled to focus, the image a blur. Finally, she realized it was Nell-- her arms wrapped up in bandages, the edges stained pink. Letting out a shaky sigh, she shifted her gaze to the chairs around the room. Four people. One small, blonde hair streaked with bits of pink. Blanche. And another, a burly man. Who was he..? The thought was pushed from her mind as she saw Winston, their face slick and shining under the bright lights.
With all the energy she could muster, Luce tilted her head to look at the last person. Familiar long tresses of dark hair, dark eyes staring back at her… “Bea.” She managed, a hint of a smile on her face. That was all the strength she could muster, her body still aching and exhausted. Her head fell back on the pillows, her eyes closing once more. A comforting blanket of weariness pressed down upon her, dragging her once more into the darkness. A sense of relief washed over her, more soothing than the promise of sleep. Bea. She was back. Nell was safe. Winston was here, Blanche as well. Her family was whole.
@beafitz
exploring gallagher was one of the first things on his agenda. as soon as he had unpacked his things, and met his roommates, he made his way out of the dorms and began walking aimlessly. falling upon a garden on his walks, he decided to sit for a while. take in what this all meant. his mind so lost he hardly noticed someone coming in to the garden to exist with him. probably not a good thing. but he was so used to living constantly looking out at his surroundings, that he allowed himself this moment of numbness. of slight ignorance.