#silvertonguc

[viciousgold]

@silvertonguc

Marisa was nervous, not fully understanding why. She knew what the plan was, what it had always been, but now that it was actually happening, it was like she had swallowed a rock. She thought about Asriel's letters, about how wonderful and clever their daughter was. They made her heart soar. She was nervous, but also excited to meet her for the first time.

She met with Asriel first, and they went over what they would say. They were both so happy to be in each others' company again, rather than just letters and brief meetings every few months. They could really be together now, and they were both thrilled. After a while of being together, enjoying each other's company, talking, laughing, exploring each others' bodies again, Stelmaria and the golden monkey fiercely intertwined, eventually Marisa told Asriel they should really go and see Lyra. She was eager to meet her, despite how nervous she was. So the two of them got dressed again, Marisa working on her pristine appearance, and Asriel went downstairs to first tell Lyra of her.

"Lyra," he spoke, going out into the garden where she and Roger were playing. "Come inside, I'd like to talk with you."

[cculters]

@silvertonguc said : 'you mean nothing to me.'

marisa's lips pursed into a thin line and eyes rested on the hands folded at her lap as she tried to remain composed, even if the words felt even colder than the harshest winds of the far north. inhaling deeply, the woman looked back at the young girl. "i... understand as to why you may feel this way," she said slowly, her voice remaining as soft as ever. a little wrinkle between her brows the only thing betraying her calm façade. "you have been much on your own your whole life. and i know that since i've entered you life i... wasn't the best parent material. but you, lyra, mean so much to me. you mean everything." perhpas marisa wasn't entirely aware of that until that horrifying moment... at the brick of losing her forever - lyra right under the blade of her own design. the terror she felt in that moment-- after everything she did for her own daughter not to be one of the kidnapped children. "i also understand if you don't believe me..."

[thatsdevilstears-a]

@silvertonguc sent: " You don't look like a Queen... Queens dress in light colours and wear puffy dresses and huge crowns. You dress like someone died. "

THE QUEEN ROSE A BROW, glancing down at the child. No-one in this realm would ever dare to even think of speaking to her that way. Everyone knew who she was, she made sure of that. And just that could tell her enough to guess this child wasn't from this realm. Not to mention her clothes seemed quite different too. "You can think I'm still mourning my husband, if that makes you feel better," she stated with a playful shrug before chuckling throatily, clearly not upset. "Now, tell me - how did you get here? Hm?"

[mrscoultxr]

|| @silvertonguc​ ||

The quake of the building as the intercision machine collapsed in upon itself had sent her sprawling to the ground, but she picked herself up as quickly as she could and pressed onward. The stone walls around her shook and seized, cracking at the foundation, and it was only a matter of time before the whole place came down on their heads. Still dizzy and fighting the tremors below her feet, Mrs. Coulter half-staggered, half-ran to the exit, pulling her warm fur coat on as she did so. And all the while, the golden monkey looked this way and that, searching desperately for Lyra in the surge of people moving to and fro.

Bursting from the doors, Mrs. Coulter stood for a moment and scanned through the dark, past the fighting Tartars and the witches and the gyptians and--- there! That little red hat, that small face a mask of determination. Mrs. Coulter hurried over to the sleds and the snow mobiles and revved one of them to life. At the same time, she shrieked a command to the Tartars around her, ordering them to follow. A furious buzzing sound filled her ears as she took off into the flurry of snow, eyes locked onto where Lyra had been not a moment ago as a wall of white obscured her form.

[viciousgold]

@silvertonguc​

It had been a few weeks, and little by little, Marisa was entrusted with more freedoms. During the day, she was simply heavily guarded rather than chained or handcuffed, since during the day, she worked. Ma Costa had put her hard to work, doing dishes, scrubbing floors, bathrooms, the decks, windows. After a day of work, she would be returned back to her room that she was locked in. During work she always had a guard next to her making sure she didn’t try anything. Especially when she was tasked with doing dishes, the person assigned to her today watching her like a hawk, since there would be the occasional sharp utensil to wash. 

In the weeks that had passed, so had all of Marisa’s glamor. Her hair was simply pulled back and disheveled, as people often went out of their way to torment her by making it so, her clothes were simple ones given to her to do work in by Ma Costa, since her nice outfit had long since been destroyed. She stood at the dishwashing station of the ship which had a window for people to leave their dishes. Marisa was biding her time, washing each dish with the thought of telling herself that she just had to get through this and wait for the opportunity to escape. However, something pulled her attention away from that. For the first time in those weeks, she saw Lyra in the dining area. It was her first time seeing her daughter since she had first been brought on the ship. She moved to stand at the window, setting down the plate she had been cleaning.

“Lyra?” she spoke, looking out to her. “Lyra...” Marisa called out. Despite her longing for escape, something she longed for even more was to see her child again. To talk to her. To be with her. 

[viciousgold]

@silvertonguc​ 

“I haven’t seen you around here before.” Marisa spoke, intrigued by the new girl. In the field where she and her brother played, it was usually just them. 

“Mari, we shouldn’t.” Marcel spoke quietly. Her younger brother was far more shy.

“It’s fine. What’s your name?” Her daemon went from a squirrel to a small dog, curiously sniffing at the other daemon.

[viciousgold]

@silvertonguc​ unnamed au where marisa killed edward instead of asriel and they absolutely got away with it, and stayed together as lovers, with marisa having custody of lyra and asriel being marisa’s boyfriend but not letting lyra know he’s her father bc they don’t want the law catching on to the fact that marisa absolutely cheated on her husband and had a child with asriel bc lyra is being passed off as the child of marisa and edward coulter

Asriel had decided to take them to the beach; it was a nice day and he figured Lyra would enjoy the fresh air and the ocean in this good weather. Asriel was swimming, looking out for Lyra as she played. Marisa was keeping an eye on her too, but from afar. She was laying out, enjoying the sun, having a drink. Unlike Asriel, she wasn’t as used to playing. Asriel, meanwhile, had younger cousins who he had grown up playing with. Marisa had no such thing in her youth. Only her brother, and they played very little. Nothing to the scale and intricacy of how Lyra liked playing. 

It was amazing to think the girl was ten years old now. It felt like just yesterday since she was a toddler, taking her first steps and saying her first words. Asriel was particularly proud when Lyra began showing athleticism. She was a very active child, much to the chagrin of Marisa, but thankfully Asriel managed that for the most part. He actually had the capability to handle how wild she was. For Lyra, he was just known as his mother’s lover, but he still took on the role of being her father. He had all but the title to her. He had been there from the beginning after all; they both raised her.

“Marisa,” Asriel called out, a laughter under his breath. “Come join us. The water feels great.”

“I’m not dressed for it.” Marisa called back. “Besides, it looks like you both are doing fine without me.”

[viciousgold]

@silvertonguc​

A great amount of time had passed, years in fact. They moved around a lot in the first year, but it seemed the heat settled down, so they settled down in Canada. Marisa still wished to keep them far away from England, for she knew it was possible they had people posted there to look for them. She knew it was most likely that they would never return there, in this world or their own. It was too risky. 

Marisa always had emergency bags packed for them. Bags full of clothes, the different currencies they had gotten from Carlo, that Marisa had diligently saved, false birth records, socials, all the needed paperwork they would need to move again. So far, however, they had been safe here. They lived on the coast, in the back of Marisa’s mind it was just in case they had to escape via water. She was always thinking about escape plans, routes to take, vehicles to have. They had an SUV and a truck, as well as one of Carlo’s yachts in a boat yard. 

They had been on their own for three years now, but the last two of staying in Canada had been peaceful so far. Marisa thought less about people in crowds, less about uprooting them again, and more about how Lyra was doing in school, about renovating their house. She worked a part time office job, well paying, gotten with more fake credentials. It was just a job to make ends meet. She had the opportunity to be full time, but that worried her, because she didn’t want to risk being at work if something happened to Lyra, so they lived on a moderate but stable income, a majority of it going towards bills and Lyra’s schooling. It wasn’t the life of luxury Marisa was used to, but they got by.  Their schedules were timed perfectly, Marisa made sure of it. She went to work after she dropped off Lyra at school and ended before she got off. She worked five days a week, not working weekends, but short days, to make sure she only worked for a few hours while Lyra was protected at school. A gated, well guarded private school. Marisa had to participate in things like the PTA, which was annoying, but she dealt with it. They had built a comfortable life here. Sometimes Marisa even found herself relaxing, forgetting the potential dangers and escape plans. She couldn’t believe that Lyra was sixteen now. “Lyra,” she greeted, pulling up in the SUV. Marisa had to spend months learning how to drive properly according to the laws here; it was still a bit rough, but she managed fine enough. Just the sharp turn, sudden brake every now and then. “How was your day?”