Starter from Ramona to Victoria ( @cceruleans )
A few hours had passed since groggy eyes opened to an existence where magic didn’t come as natural as breathing, where in fact, magic didn’t seem to exist at fucking all; at least not in the traditional sense of the word. While Ramona had spent the morning gathering supplies, mind occupied by the trillion ‘what if’s’ that raced through a usually steadied mind, the blood witch knew it was only a matter of time before a meeting with Victoria would be on the cards -- this couldn’t be an isolated incident. Despite everything feeling dull, life without its spark, Ramona found herself standing before the vampire as sense so desperately wanted to tap into the life force that held depth of knowledge, beyond what eyes could observe; yet, Victoria’s usually pristine skin seemed to be telling a story of its own, one Ramona’s hues could see. “Tell me, otherwise I might not believe it.” Ramona quipped bluntly, seeing no need to beat around the bush with the woman they worked for, one whom reminded the two witches so of their friend.