#covenstrays

[sparrowsfall]

     “ Someone clearly woke up on the wrong side of his dog bed this morning. ”

[ofpsalms]

 @covenstrays​  gets a lil 🎃 starter

 ❝ A ouija board? No, no, no. Not the most reliable way of communicating with the dead, anyway. You’d have better luck on a payphone. ❞  She’s looking for something else in the archives, barely paying attention to the wooden board securely padlocked in a glass case. 

❝ Not to say that they’re always toys. That one's from that infamous Washington case back in the 70s... I wouldn’t get too close. ❞

 She was well aware what she doing was certainly not in line with the Order’s protocol, let alone that of the Catholic Church. But she needed answers, ones that the living would not give her and that the souls of Purgatory would be far more than happy to disclose. Nico withdraws a worn book nestled tightly between the others. 

❝ No, there’s a place we can go that’ll give us far better results. ❞

[soulmissed]

@covenstrays, sc

he drops his head to nahia’s shoulder, hand locking with hers. “ ‘m glad you’re okay. ”

[legacybaitarch]

@covenstrays​      /      “you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

[amnerise]

—   amira   &   nahia

@covenstrays​   :   “did you know they’re expanding the ancient egypt exhibit at the natural history museum?”  it’s blurted out, a little forced from the conversation at hand ... amira is slightly sheepish after the fact, but the news has been on her mind all day.  “i’m sorry, i know that was random,”  a beat, before she gives a breathy laugh.  “but actually i — i was wondering if you’d be interested in going with me, when it opens? i don’t think my friends would care very much about it.”

[siennabook]

🎵 @covenstrays​ / nahia !

san  sebastián  is  nice.  san  sebastián  is  really  nice.  sienna  regrets  her  initial  distaste  for  the  town.  she  dislikes  everything  initially,  so  it's  no  surprise  she  disliked  her  erasmus  placement  at  first.  she  is  used  to  london's  geography,  climate,  architecture,  and  food.  now  that  she's  had  a  few  weeks  to  adjust  to  the  spanish  way  of  life,  sienna  has  decided  it's  not  terrible.  the  most  difficult  part  has  been  putting  her  very  limited  spanish  to  use  (  and  she  knows  how  to  say  about  three  words  in  basque  ),  but  thankfully  many  spaniards  speak  english.  

there's  a  festival  in  san  sebastián  today  and  apparently  people  from  neighboring  villages  came.  all  of  sienna's  fellow  exchange  students  were  buzzing  about  it  last  night,  so  sienna  decided  to  check  it  out.  👀  there  is  a  basque  band  playing  and  a  local  choir  just  sang  gabriel's  message.  some  food  vendors  are  selling  local  specialties.  some  children  are  getting  their  faces  painted.  it's  all  very  nice,  but  sienna  doesn't  know  what  to  do.  she  would  go  say  hi  to  the  other  exchange  students,  but  they're  chattering  in  rapid  german,  and  they  also  don't  seem  to  like  her  very  much,  so  she  awkwardly  stands  off  to  the  side.  then  she  gets  tired  of  standing  there  and  doing  nothing.

she  ducks  into  a  little  courtyard  tucked  away  behind  one  of  the  buildings  (  to  get  away  from  all  the  sound  and  sights  and  smells  ),  and  she's  surprised  to  find  someone  there,  sitting  on  a  bench  and  crying.  sienna  immediately  freezes,  because  how  does  one  interact  with  someone  who  is  crying?  she  stares  very  awkwardly,  adjusts  her  glasses,  and  lingers  near  the  entrance,  in  case  she's  asked  to  leave.  

          ❛  you...  good?  ❜  she  realizes  she's  speaking  english  after  she's  already  spoken,  but  she  doesn't  know  how  to  say  what  she  wants  in  spanish.  hopefully  this  girl  speaks  english.  she  appears  to  be  around  the  same  age  as  sienna,  and  she's  definitely  not  one  of  the  other  exchange  students,  so  she's  probably  a  local.  ❛  er...  do  you  want  a  water  or  something?  or,  like,  fruit?  i  could  go,  er,  get  some?  ❜  

[thecopycatninja]

He doesn’t approach the woman. Neither does he address her. No, there’s something about her that he… can’t quite put his finger on. An energy to her. Instead he merely watches, keeping her in his peripheral despite his apparent preoccupation with his book.

@materxnatura​ // @covenstrays​

[ofpsalms]

@covenstrays​ asked ' you're a good person, nico. no matter what anyone says. ' 🥺

The votive flickers as she lights it, the flame struggling for a moment to catch before it takes a life of its own. An offering, one of many lit prayers for the many dead as the statue of the Virgin and Child look down. Maybe the young saint noticed the way her bruised fingers shake as she snuffs out the wick in the sand below, or the way her dark eyes have a far off look in them. Ever compassionate is her young companion, ever saying the words that one needs to hear. Even if she doesn’t always want to.

Nahia’s words cause a lump to return to her throat. Her hand quickly moves to pinch the bridge of her nose and trap the white hot tears forming at the edges of her eyes. All the sacrifice and all the bloodshed? Surely it did not please God. Surely these underhanded movements she made in the Church did not please Him either.  It takes a moment to regain her composure, lifting her chin towards the candles. 

 She answers. ❝  Not usually. ❞ 

Do you truly believe that? Would you believe that after I told you what I know? What I hid from you? My mother, my father-  Her voice is far too thick to make these confessions, and she is the adult between them, so she clears her throat. 

❝ I am a wolf, who kills other wolves. And I hope that is enough for Him. ❞