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“I am no longer your plaything, Mother!”
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Ash whistled, red eyes tracing along her partly exposed form. “Gorgeous as ever, Cassia,” he commented, a light smirk playing on his lips as he took her hand in his and kissed it sensually, eyes locked on hers lustily..
Dacian flipped through the pages as fast as he could, grateful Marie had left the book where only he could find it. It proved to be very useful for what he was going to do. He moves to the ritual circle, placing the book down in the center of the circle, with a small bag of items and moves quickly, placing candles in their respective places.
He was shaky as he lights each candle, calling upon each element to join the circle. He knew he didn't have much time. He sits in the center, calling Nebula over. The bird rests in his lap, as he lights the final candle in front of him. Then he begins the chant.
"Écoutez mes paroles et entendez mon cri. Les éléments nous gardent en sécurité et nous éloignent de ce tourment."
He continues to chant, as each element surrounds them. The smell of burning wood. The feeling of a crisp autumn breeze. The smell of rain. The smell of clean dirt and mud. And the most familiar scent.. to him.. chocolate cake. To any other person, it would be their favorite scent. Fire, Air, Water, Earth, Spirit.
The area changed quickly, but Dacian didn't stop until they were somewhere safe. Only then did he stop, his energy drained. Nebula nudges him, and he slumped, panting. Nebula hops up, nudging him again. He mumbles, feeling heavy, exhaustion setting in. Everything hurt and he felt nauseous. The candles had burned out at this point. "Nebula, va chercher de l'aide." He instructs, and the bird flies up, in search of the help he needed.
She finds a building with people going in, and dives, finding her way inside. Then she sensed it.. magic? She flies through, silently, finding the source. Three women. Two of them were walking away, and she lands, in front of the final woman. "Help. Help." She cawed, eerily. "Injury. Master. Witch. Burning. Burning."
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Marcello was just going over the details of his latest successful job for Victoria. He decided to take some time to dress himself up a little nicely, getting into a good suit that he had used the money she paid him to get. His new dress shoes and of course his favorite pair of sunglasses...until he bought another when he would break those to become his new favorite sunglasses.
As he got up when she was pleased with his work, he turned back to her with that smug grin. “You know what? I don’t know how many people tell you, certainly not enough today, but you look really nice today, V.” he said charmingly.
He’d been working for her for a year now, it’d been a year since Gordon’s death and he had been giving her the best of the best of his work. He still wanted to impress her as much as he could, he still wanted to be able to make her smile with his success, but he also still wanted to take her out on a date. That was just the start of where he wanted his relationship to go with her and still he couldn’t talk her into it.
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Kat had just finished helping her small namesake get tucked into bed when she found her wife. Elizabeth and Hercule were enjoying an evening to themselves, and her wife and herself had been more than happy to let the little girl be with them.
Curling up on the settee with her wife, she laid her head on her shoulder as her hand sought out the other’s. “She’s finally down for the night. Looks like it’s just us now.”
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Well, that WASN’T exactly the answer he expected to hear. Then again he had met plenty others who were just fine living the life they had been given either through magic, supernatural, or demonic ways. Personally, he didn’t have a choice in his life to be this way and all it did was bring HIM a shit storm. But in his mind, outside of demons, vampires weren’t the best kind of creatures to be around. They drank blood from people after all, at least the ones he knew. “Even if you have to KILL other people to survive?” He questioned, brow furrowing. Even if he was assuming how she lived her life, he didn’t know much about how others went about getting their blood supply. “Seems just a bit off if you ask me.” Not like he had MUCH room to talk from his past, but he was working on making up for that no matter how long it took.
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He had been invited by his coworker for dinner at his house, a welcome to the history department of sorts. He didn’t think anyone would be joining them besides his colleague’s wife and he was surprised to find his daughter there as well. She was around his age which made it a little easier when they are left to themselves for a moment. “Your dad tells me you’ve written two books already,” he commented, trying to make some sort of conversation at this point but he wasn’t the greatest at just making small talk for the sake of manners. “What’s it going to be about?”
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“Of course not! Everybody knows that Grandmother.” Adora was indignant, playfully rolling her eyes at the very notion. Still she nodded, giggling a little at Maleficent’s silliness. “If it really is so far, they’ll be hungry and tired when they get here... I’ll talk to Mama right away.” The girl nodded, pleased to given a responsibility of her own.
“Are Borra and Udo going with you Grandmother?” Wherever children were, Udo was sure to be there as well. The kind Fae often told them stories, played with them when he could manage, and watched them when he could not. Borra was rougher around the edges, more likely to watch over her, call out when she was about to put herself in the slightest bit of danger, and scold her when she went through with it anyway.