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She’s the type of woman you go to war beside - not against.
“Now we all are brought forth out of darkness and water, brought into this world through blood and pain, and deep in our bones the old songs are wakened, so sing with voices of fervor and pain. we are our Mother’s savage daughters.” (x)
@auroragood @maevebrownes
Was it morally wrong to meet your baby sister at a bar? He wondered. The answer was somewhere between probably and does it really matter? but he didn’t linger on the subject. His attention was all over the place lately. He was exhausted. How was he supposed to tell her what’d happened? Did she know? Had anyone beat him to it and told her the truth? He took a drink from his glass, hoping the alcohol would dull his nervousness, but only seemed to heighten his sorrow. He felt so heavy, like lifting a foot off the ground was too much of a hassle. Was that what it felt like to live without magic? God, he didn’t want to live like that. He didn’t want another minute of it. What had he done?
It was strange that he didn’t feel much like himself after shedding most of his anger and his resentment. There was a lightness in his chest that felt foreign, despite the many thoughts that weighed in his mind. Desmond was a thinker --- not because he was unfeeling, but because he felt too much. Sensitive, his mind filtered his emotions as best he could, though he still lost himself to his worst impulses at times. He still worried, still longed for what had been lost and buried in the past, but his heart had been mending itself, healing just a little, one day at a time. It was a slow, gradual change, but it was there, it was palpable and he wanted to see it through. For that to happen, there was much left to be done, about himself --- and about the town too.
It was afternoon when he made his way to the Eve’s Apple. Desmond was in need of very specific herbs for a very specific ritual. Cael shouldn’t hear of them, lest he tried to stop him. It was an unorthodox practice, but then again that was a very peculiar town. Desmond was tired of being left in the dark: even if it put his life at risk, he’d rather try and find out what was going on in that place. If he was to make Ashbourne into a home, then he had to know.
The store was quiet, he thought it always smelled like old books and spices. The shelves were filled both with actual witchcraft paraphernalia and the sort of useless knick knacks humans loved to collect. His sight danced over the various bottles with colorful liquids inside them, the crystals and a collection of flashy books that were most likely written by witches with an incredible sense of humor.
By the time he reached the counter at the back, he had a small, amused smile stretched across his face. It faded into a thin, shocked line the moment his sight fell up the girl behind it, her sweet face one he’d longed to see for years and yet was terrified to think of her reaction if they ever met again. “Maeve,” he said, his voice a whisper. Surprise and fear mixed together in his light irises, concocting something fragile, a reflection of his spirit. There was a moment of silence where all their unspoken accusations weighed between them like a physical wall. The last time he’d seen her, she was a girl, and now a woman stood before his eyes. She’d grown so much, changed so much. Her opinion of him must’ve changed as well.
He parted his lips, preparing his heart for a blow, though no amount of preparation could shield him in that moment. “What are you doing in Ashbourne?”
@maevebrownes
[ 3, 13, 23. ]
3. The person you would never want to meet?
“You know, it’s still up in the air because I have a lot of questions but sometimes I wonder if it’d be better if I never met my sire. I’m not entirely sure if I’d be a good thing or a bad thing? It’s something I think about a lot.”
13. Your worst enemy?
“Do I get bonus points for comedy if I say my fangs?”
23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?
“I’m kind of terrified of myself, sometimes...”
@a-painintheneck
[ 20, 27, 29. ]
20. What is your best physical attribute?
“My fangs. The rip through flesh like butter.”
27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?
“Johnny Walker Blue Label Scotch.”
29. What is your favorite expletive?
“Fuck.I like the classics.”
[ 8, 12, 18. ]
8. What do you label yourself as?
“Ha-a dragon? What kind of stupid question is this?”
12. Who told you they loved you last?
“Ironically? Oh, you mean seriously? I assume my mother.”
18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
“50% of Ashbourne’s population.”
[ 16, 21, 31. ]
16. Biggest and smallest long term goal?
Her biggest long term goal is probably to find a permanent place to settle down, at the moment that’s probably going to be Ashbourne since Helena is currently her closes friend. She’ll most likely open a riding stable for children for physical therapy on her property.
Her smallest long term goal is to help Helena establish more stability in the pack. Give the newer werewolves a bit more confidence so the moons can be a little less foreboding.
21. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
Intelligence is the number one turn-on. The ability to think outside the box and have an outside perspective are pretty high on the list as well.
Novia can not stand those who take things for granted, or do things sole out of self-interest i.e. harm others directly or indirectly for their own benefit/amusement (anything from robbing a bank to sleeping with someone to make someone else jealous for example)
31. Most prized possession?
Novia loves taking photographs. It’s a way for her to capture a lasting moment forever. She’s come across so many beautiful things in her long lifetime She travels with a few photo albums of her favorite memories but technological advancements have allowed her to become less selective. So, her newer photographs are stored on an external hard drive except for a few very important ones she’s printed.
Darling, you are a goddess. and once you know what that truly means I pray for anyone who tries to hurt you.
