Natia stared at her, studying her expression. She couldn't imagine how it felt. Couldn't imagine what it was like to be trapped like this. Because that is what this was. Evangeline wasn't trapped by obligation, but her own stupid compassion. This was the toll of her kindness. One sided love and a marriage she wasn't ready for.
"So what are you going to do about that?" Natia asked. Evangeline's eyes softened automatically and Natia couldn't help but wonder if this was the first time she'd ever felt heard. At least in the way that mattered.
"I don't know," she admitted, but her eyes showed no despair. "I was hoping you might have a suggestion."
Natia laughed. "Why would I know anything about this sort of thing?" She readjusted the bag straps on her shoulder awkwardly. "If you hadn't already guessed, I never married a man I didn't love." Evangeline didn't seem to startle at her blatancy. Somehow she'd already known that was just... Natia. She supposed that was lucky.
"Do you want to be with Lily?" Natia wondered at last. She saw the subtle joy in Eva's expression.
"Yes." It was no more than a whisper, but the sincerity was real. Natia felt a smile grow on her lips.
"Then go get her."
"But Ascher-"
"Fuck Ascher," Natia blurted but she didn't regret the words. "He can't keep you in a relationship you don't want to be in. He can't keep you from Lily. Only you can do that, so go get her."
Evangeline leapt forward without warning and wrapped her arms around Natia. She stilled in her embrace, not used to the whole sister thing yet. Hesitantly, she hugged her back. Eva was short enough for Natia to place her chin on top of her head. The darkness she had from was practically gone now, but Natia did feel something strange stirring inside of her.
Deciding not to mention it, Natia hugged her for a moment longer before Evangeline pulled away.
"Thank you Natia," was all she said before she raced out of her dorm and down the hall.
"Of course," she mumbled, her voice distant. Natia raised her hand to her face and stared at it. For some reason it felt fuzzy, like the blood and sense had been sucked from it.
19. Orion, Lily, and Nya meet Quinn, helping him settle into Domum Deorum. Nya reveals to Quinn that the Siblings of Pandora each have a special kinesis. Lily uncovers more about Quinn’s identity and asks for Evangelines help.
20. Mayflower meets Juniper and Quinn. Quinn tells Pandora that he knows about the siblings. She looks into his past to be sure he isn’t threatening them. He explains his frustration of feeling like he knows Pandora. Quinn then tells her he wants to do more to help, and asks to learn Alchemy to do so. Pandora hesitantly agrees.
21. Natia grows tired from doing Ophelia’s commission, having not slept for 72 hours. She thinks about her mother’s death and breaks down. Only after Warrick tells her to sleep does she do so. Natia has a strange dream and wakes up, translating the Gods language blueprints somehow and discovering a shocking piece of Ophelia’s plan.
Favorite blurb this week (Rough Draft):
She was standing in her mother’s garden, looking out at her bustling town. The sky was orange and pink and purple and the sun was high in the sky.
Natia breathed it all in, felt the colors on her tongue like water. She tasted them, their sweetness, and swallowed them whole. They went down her throat, smooth as colors should be. Her hair was loose, dipping down to her collar bones. The sun caught the strands just perfectly enough to turn the usually plain brown strands gold.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” Her mom appeared at her side. While Natia’s skin had barely tanned through the summer, her mother’s skin was naturally the color of fall leaves and orange amber. She had hair like tar--so dark and smooth that it flowed carelessly in the wind. And her eyes. That was the one thing Natia had inherited from her mom: eyes the color of black coffee, eyes that did not turn to honey in the sunlight but rather red elderberries that had been smashed into the dirt, of dried blood on concrete. Dark eyes.
“I’ve always been more of a Fall person,” Natia explained. Her mom nodded.
“I know, little sparrow.” Little sparrow. That was her nickname for Natia. She had almost forgotten. “Do you still have what I gave to you?” Without saying anything Natia reached into her pocket and pulled out the small box she kept there. It was about the size of her hand. The wood was olive, making it beautiful and unique, and in the sunlight, Natia could see the seven bone inlaid symbols on the top. There was a blank spot in the wood, unblemished and unmarked. Empty and waiting.
“Oh good,” her mom said. Natia offered it to her but she shook her head. She smiled up at her, and Natia suddenly saw something not so human in her mother’s eyes. “Keep it. You will need it, little sparrow.” Natia stilled. That wasn’t her mom’s voice. It was deep and crackled like wood in a fire. Like bones in a fire.
Natia tried to back away, but her foot caught on something and she fell backwards. And she kept falling, the sky and earth stretching out above her until she was going cross-eyed trying to understand the change in the landscape. At last, she landed. Her fingers squeezed the grass below her as she twisted onto her stomach, groaning. Natia looked up.
Her gaze caught on the sun and moon, both of them gazing down at her. Then she heard it. A ticking, like a clock. She glanced behind her to try and figure out what it was. When she did she saw the grass twisting, moving up and down, up and down. Tilting her head. Natia tried to understand what it was that made the shifting so strange.
Not until her feet began to sink into it did she realize it wasn’t grass. She gasped and clawed at the dirt. The water grabbed at her ankles, trying to pull her beneath the surface. Natia closed her eyes, concentrating on holding on.
Tik. Tik. Tik. Tik. Tik. Tik.
She held on tighter as the water lapped further up. Her eyes opened and she looked up towards the sky. In perfect synchronization with the ticking, the sun and moon were approaching one another. Tik. The moon began to overlap the sun. Tik. Light tried to fight past the shadows, but it was being caged, trapped inside the darkness. Tik. The moon completely eclipsed the sun.
Natia didn’t close her eyes, didn’t prepare for the next tik that would allow the blinding light back in. She stared up and waited, but the tik never came.
Her eyes locked onto the moon, the water still trying to coax her in. Natia narrowed her eyes. The eclipse didn’t end, but somehow it seemed like the moon was getting bigger in the darkness. Expanding.
“What?” Natia wondered out loud. The moon offered no answers. Instead, it just kept growing, blocking more and more light as it did so. Then, right on the edge, Natia swore she--
Glass shattered, blowing out around her. At last Natia saw it wasn't a moon. She didn't know what it was. All she knew was to finally let the waves take her under.
The water dragged her lower, the glass above turning to fire as she sank. Natia held her breath. Somehow she knew the water wouldn't be allowing her back to the surface.
They stood together, their gazes unyielding and powerful. The seven of them were descendants of the witches burned at the trials, tortured in the name of god, vilified throughout the whole of history. And that history lived in them. Each sibling, no older than twenty, held within them the powers of their ancestors. The ability to manipulate the natural world. Not quite gods. Not quite human. But dangerous all the same.
- The brothers and sisters of Pandora ||| AKA The Holy Siblings
