#cordie threads

[theforsakenmyths]

@dustsceawvng​ - Cordie for Izak

Cordelia and Kelly had always been able to create dreamworlds.  That had been part of how their powers had manifested over the years.  The twins had used their worlds help guide the older dragons through the passage of time.  Mortals always want to leave forever, but they never take into account how that can affect someone’s mind.  Cordie had the power to influence dreams, while Kelly could manipulate delusions or nightmares.  Together, they could make a world safe enough to heal even some of the deepest emotional wounds.

It had been a day of practicing her powers, maintaining the skills that she knew everyone needed.  Cordie walked around the world her brother was anchoring, testing what she could do inside without his help.  In a few days, they would switch places.  This was how they survived, because they had learned the hard way what it was like to lose one another.

She felt someone move close to her, turning quickly, expecting to find her brother.  It wasn’t Kelly.

“Who are you?”

[forsakenmyths]

( @storiesofwildfire )

Spring had always been a favorite season of Cordie’s.  The flowers, the cooler air, and the rain showers.  They were all things that made her happy.  It all factored into the reason she opened her flower shop.  The store was a very human thing for her.  Yes, her powers could help in the growing of the flowers, but she didn’t have to be inside’s someone’s mind for that.  No one’s mind but her own.  Cordie knew her powers relating to dreams were special, but sometimes, she grew tired of the responsibility that placed on her shoulders, even if she shared that load with her twin brother.

It was early morning, and she was outside setting up the display for the day.  There were flowers in all ranges of purples and blues.  She stood up after brushing the dirt from the pots, admiring her work.  Turning, she saw someone walking her way; so Cordie reached out with a rich purple iris bloom in her hand.  “Here you go.  I hope you have a good day.”

[corruptedandforsaken]

To Reality || Cordie & Leo

( @indissoluta - Bandages meme from old blog)

Sometimes, not even the dreamworlds she created could protect her.  Some injuries were simply too severe, and they would break through into reality, leaving her body covered in bruises at best.  

This was not the best.

She had been in her brother’s thoughts.  Jensen’s thoughts were made up of everyone’s memories -- which meant that they could be a minefield for her to navigate; even with Kelly’s help.  Cordie had only been trying to help Jen to find some peace so that he could rest without the burden of the world upon his mind.  She had been thankful that Connie got her out of there before Jensen awoke.  To him, those injuries would only be a dream.  He did not need to know the reality.  This was the vow that the three of them had made long past when they realized the extent of their powers.

Connie had gotten her home, and Cordie settled into a bath.  She knew the wounds would heal, but her body was not as strong as it used to be.  The lack of blood -- in more ways than one, on top of the power she had used to create Jensen’s dream world -- were working together, slowing her healing process.  Greenish purple scales dotted her skin around the deepest of the wounds.  The patches carrying an iridescence to them that could be seen in the dim light of the bathroom.  She thought little of it, until she caught the sound of Leo’s heart beat in her ears.

Felt the wave of emotion from him at the sight of her injured.

“I will heal.  I will.  Don’t worry, okay?”  Every word of that an old mantra she told everyone to hide the reality of the pain she went through.  “It hurts,” she finally gasped -- the strength of that facade crumbling.  Cordelia was the protector for so many.  It was hard to show vulnerability.

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Unknown Sparks || Cordie & Leo

( @indissoluta )

     This was … not what he expected when he showed her his true form. In his mind he was waiting for the yelling, the throwing of things, the disbelief that he was something other than a cat. Instead he was met with a kindness, an understanding and now a kiss.  While he couldn’t deny the sudden onset of sparks Leo slowly pulled from her with an arched brow.     “ … I’m sorry, you just threw me off with that for a second.”

Why?  Why had she kissed him?  She had gotten him some of Kelly’s old clothes to wear for now, set him up in the bathroom so he could take a shower, but she hadn’t been able to leave the room.  There was this draw to be near him.  If she would have thought for more than a second, she would have realized that she had felt the same comfort since Leo had shown up on her doorstep -- cat form and all.

“Don’t be sorry...I - I should be sorry.  I - I don’t know why I kissed you, but I -- I liked the way it felt.”  Her gaze turned downward for a moment, cheeks turning pink from blush.

“It’s...I feel connected to you, and I know it is cause I was in your head, and I’m sorry for that.  I - how long?  How - were you born a shifter?”  Cordie looked up at him, giving a smile.  “I’m...not human, too, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

[forsakenmyths]

( @erasethestars - Leo and Cordie old meme )

Cordelia did not have many scars.  There were a few perks to her genetic make up.  Unlike fae, iron did not hurt dragon’s skin.  Neither did silver.  Gold could sting, sometimes, and that was why you never saw her wearing it.  One thing that could leave marks was damage to her scales.

Or the loss of scales.

She was stretched out on the bed, writing in her journal.  Her tank top left her arms exposed, and she had been giggling occasionally at Leo’s caresses.  His fingers always had a way of finding the spots she was most ticklish.  “I am almost done,” she assured him.  Writing in the journal he had given her had become a daily habit, and she found that it helped her mind significantly.

When his finger traced over the line on the back of her forearm, she smiled softly, before placing her pen in the journal to mark her place.  Cordie turned to him, laying a kiss to his lips, then falling back on the bed - head nestled against the pillows.  “Short version...it’s where I had a scale removed, but it was for a good cause.  Kelly has it, on a necklace.”  Cordie pointed to the necklace hanging on the post of the headboard.  The stone was dark green with flecks of gold.  “That’s his.  Twins or not...those necklaces help our connection.  Dragons...we can make our scales into a talisman..pendant like thing.  We can feel if the person is holding it...it’s a piece of us, you know?”

[corruptedandforsaken]

Leo - ( @indissoluta - Christmas follow up )

She had read the note Leo had written in that journal enough times to have it committed to memory.  He had wondered if the book was a good gift, and it was wonderful.  She had always kept a journal of some kind, and the ones gifted to her had grown to mean the most.  They came with a story already etched into the binding of the pages -- love of the one that had gifted it to her.  That love was one thing she had grown to trust in her life; knowing it would always protect her and her mind.

Cordie had been writing down dreams from her nap when Leo came into the room.  She looked up at him with a smile.  “I love this journal,” she told him once again, twirling her pen between her fingers.  “It helps.  To write them down.  I can remember my own better.  It’s like...a file cabinet.  Or...do you remember the old way you had to find books in a library?  Thumbing through till you found the right number that corresponded to the book you wanted...this...it helps me find my dreams.  Thank you for that.”

[corruptedandforsaken]

( @theimpalpable - Christmas for Daxten )

Cordie had been helping Isolde out at the dinner more than usual.  Issie was out of the country to help her daughter, so several of them were helping to cover the slack.  Cordie had gotten to know a few of the regulars -- one in particular was Daxten.  He was rough around the edges, reminding her of Bard in some ways.  

With the holidays already covering most of the city, Cordie had embraced it fully.  She had been shopping the day before when she found a thermos.  It made her think about Daxten and how he seemed to be a bottomless pit when it came to coffee.  Cordie picked it up for him, even tying a dark blue bow around the top of it.  She had it sitting behind the counter for when he came in.

“Happy Holidays,” she said with a smile, sitting Daxten’s coffee down on the table when he came in.  She sat the thermos down next to him.  “Thought about you when I saw it.”