#ordinaryheroines

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@ordinaryheroines gets an eleanor starter for madeleine

"You want me to be your date?" Eleanor's eyebrows quirked upward slightly in amusement. "And here I thought we were just friends, Mads." Her tone of voice was teasing, as she fully understood that the evening would be all pretend. "I do warn you that once I meet your parents, they are going to want to see more of me in the future. My charms are irresistible."

[alyafae-arch]

they are lying in the grass, far off from the group, hands barely touching. this is one of the calmest fenne will ever be, just lying on the ground and watching the stars with the person she loves the most.    “ we both drowned under the waves of words we both weren’t saying, ”    fenne is the first to break the silence, turning her head towards the other angel. biting her lower lips, she fights hard to find the right words. this isn’t her forte, talking about what she’s feeling, about what’s going on in her head.    “ i just wanna be with you, that’s all. there are more words in my head, but it all comes down to this. ” / @ordinaryheroines​

[viciousgold]

@ordinaryheroines​

She had just finished with speaking to Iofur Raknison about keeping Asriel contained and stopping his work. Marisa hoped dearly that Naomi wouldn’t ask about who Asriel was, for she didn’t want to tell her what the man was to her. She had been developing new and familiar feelings for the angel and as strange as it was to her, she felt bursting with them. As they went back onto the zeppelin, the golden monkey looked up at Saphira with a similar expression to Marisa’s at Naomi. Her gaze was soft and curious. She took off her hat and coat, setting them aside before approaching Naomi. 

“I was.. um.. I was hoping I could speak to you about something.” This wasn’t like her, though perhaps it was the combination of feeling her love for her daughter that had opened her up to feeling other things. Before, the cold and hardened Marisa never would’ve let in such things.

[ladiesandwitches]

@ordinaryheroines 

She was getting more and more used to this place, most especially because she spent almost the entirety of her time in the library. And it seemed that the members of this school, this...this coven were getting used to her as well. At least, well, they hadn’t questioned her presence-- perhaps they didn’t care or perhaps Zelda Spellman was so very intimidating that no one wished to question why she was...why she was keeping a mortal at her ‘academy’. 

The books were reassuring and were so incredibly interesting, uttering intoxicating in some regards, with some texts so ancient and obscure they had been thought to have been lost to the ages. But here they were; books that archaeologists and historians would pine for. And so much lore and legend written as true, solid fact.....Mary found she could quite easily lose hours in one of the library’s many texts. But she found the longer she  stayed in the library, the more weeks passed, the more she’d started to, well, act as unofficial librarian. 

Hearing footsteps now she peered around one of the shelves and spotted a woman. One of the, ah, ‘witches’. She swallowed. “Yes? Can I...uh, can I help you? At all?”

[magaprima]

@ordinaryheroines​

Lilith screamed as she pulled at her hair, hands pushing into her temples, unable to bear the sight of the horror she had been left with. They were supposed to die together, they were supposed to be free together, she was supposed to follow him, to join him. Not stay here. No, no, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was freeing them. Her son wasn’t supposed to be alone. No, no, no. 

“Wait!” She screamed again, desperate for the Dark Lord to come back, to undo his curse and kill her as he’d promised, to end this, this agony, this torture, end it, end it now... “WAIT!!!!” Her voice was sore and hoarse as she screamed after him and nothing came. No, she couldn’t bear it, no, no, no. She had bore all this, all the blood, all of it, knowing what it would bring, knowing that she and Adam would be free, that they’d be done. No more running. Freedom. She had forced herself to survive it, to live through the blood and the smell and the horror and the grief and the loss because she had known it would only be for a moment, that it would be over, she’d be done.

She wasn’t supposed to be left with it. She wasn’t supposed to without her son.

“No, no, no, no....” She cried, writhing in the pain of her grief, tears pouring down her cheeks, hair knotted from where she’d pulled at it, “This wasn’t it...no.....” She heard someone at the door and looked up sharply from where she sat crumpled, thinking perhaps he’d returned, that he’d decided to end her after all, that his anger was enough for him to want to inflict violence as he always did. He always gave in to his impulses, always. Why not the impulse to kill her?

But it wasn’t Lucifer. It was Abigail. Lilith let out a noise like a wounded animal, “No...” She shook her head, crying more, trying to make it go away, to undo it. Nothing could, nothing could,....nothing could turn back time for her. “Come back....come back.....” She cried out, and she didn’t know whether she was shouting to Adam or to Lucifer. “No, please....no....”

[emiliaspellman]

@ordinaryheroines​

The Church of Lilith and it’s academy were still in the foundation, the school and sanctuary very much in shambles following the flight of Blackwood. It didn’t matter though, the traumas that were still fresh for many pushed deep down to cleanse the space of it’s past terrors. Emilia was busy herself with the task cleaning pews, man still covering in the blood of her fallen coven. To many, it would turn a stomach, but to Emilia it was soothing. She could understand more and more how her cousin handled his job as a mortician, each scrub of a brush restoring the wood and cleaning the poison that was her father.

The bucket she had been using was no long filled with clear tepid water, but instead tinted maroon, signaling the girl to walk outside and toss it. Heaving the metal pail with two hands, she dropped in as soon as she was at the top step, tipping it gently over the edge. A small sigh escaped her lips as she straightened out to stretch, observing the quiet meadows that surrounded this once hallowed place. Except she wasn’t alone, suddenly eye to eye with an older woman. Many would have jumped, Emilia however wasted no time.

“Can I help you? Are you lost?” 

[alyafae-a]

❝ Abigail, Nefera? I would like to introduce you to my dearest companion. This is Bessie ❞     Maerose smiled, head slightly turned to look at the ferret on her shoulder. For the longest time, she had let her stay at home when she would visit Abigail but today was the day. Mostly because her lovely familiar had been far too eager to meet their new friends. How could she say no when she asked so nicely?     ...     @ordinaryheroines​

[indemimonde]

@ordinaryheroines​ // abigail & rune.

“Abigail! Love!” She said with a wave towards the other. Signaling for her to wait so Rune could catch up to her. When she did she kissed her cheek in greeting. It was something she always did when feeling fond of someone. They were on the path that led towards the town center, “are you off to do some groceries?” She asked, thinking that was the only reason anyone would go into town. That or meet someone to spend the night with and Abigail wasn’t exactly the type to do that. She had found that out when they had just met.

Rune was now glad that they hadn’t hooked up, chances were that they wouldn’t have gotten as close as they were now and she enjoyed their growing friendship immensely. It wasn’t often that a wandering witch like herself found friendship along the way. “Is it alright if I join you?”