Healer and Huntress

The lives, loves, and adventures of Bronwyn and Deirdre MacAllister, two Druid sisters who took very different paths. One became a healer. One became a huntress. Indie Multi-OC RP Blog Tracking: thehighlandhealer & deirdremacallister FCs: Bridget Regan & Sarah Bolger

[thehighlandhealer]

Rules: Without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favorite films and then tag ten people to do the same.

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TONIGHT

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TONIGHT

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Tonight!!!

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TONIGHT!

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TONIGHT!

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TONIGHT

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[thehighlandhealer]

Get to Know the Mun

What’s your phone wallpaper? A background from the game Tears of Themis

Last song listened to: Good Lil Boy by ATEEZ

Currently Reading: Bangkok Wakes to Rain

Last Movie: Doctor Strange

Last Show: I thiiiink it was Ouroboros

What are you wearing right now? Pajama tank top and shorts

Piercings/Tattoos: Both ears double pierced, no tattoos

Glasses/Contacts: I have glasses that I only wear to see things far away

Last thing you ate? Grapes and before that tacos

Favorite Color: Reds, pinks, purples, and gold

Current obsession: I fell down the ATEEZ rabbit hole and I have no intention of getting out

Do you have a crush right now? Oguri Shun

Favorite fictional character: How much time do you have?

Last place you traveled: Mexico

Tagged by: @nihiladditaenihilperdidi

Tagging: Anyone who wants to!

[thehighlandhealer]

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[beyondedenton]

What Magick Looks Like: Bronwyn Sorcha MacAllister

[thehighlandhealer]

List your top 10 favorite films in whatever order you like, but explain your very favorite! Pass this on to whomever you want to learn more about them! Have a good day!

V for Vendetta

Amelie

Armageddon

Dreamcatcher

The Shining

Howl's Moving Castle

Sense and Sensibility

Ocean's 12/13 (I tried but I couldn't decide between them)

Practical Magic

True Lies

Okay it was very very hard to narrow that down to ten (eleven technically shhh) and the top three could honestly be in any order BUT my very favorite is V for Vendetta. There's a lot of nostalgia there for me but the visuals are spectacular, the cinematography is beautiful, and Hugo Weaving's performance especially is absolutely fucking incredible. I can and will devour anything that Lana and Lilly Wachowski put in front of me but that movie takes the cake.

[thehighlandhealer]

"Didn't know the man could laugh," scoffed the demon. "Does Aedan still love birds?" Seemed like a druid trait. They were, without a doubt, Bronwyn's flesh and blood.

He had been avoiding them. Not only because of Torsten, but because of Aedan's innate disapproval. His whimpers and tears were a cold splash of water to his humanity. Aedan was a celestial child, and nothing would ever change that. It was a wonder his own children had accepted him.

But despite their revenant blood, Mason didn't want to chance it.

"Don't tell him I told you," Bronwyn said with a delighted grin. Torsten may have looked as intimidating as you please, but she knew and now their children knew as well how soft he could be. Around them, anyway. To the rest of the world he was a stoic giant.

She nodded as she unlocked the car. "Aye. I can't believe how big he is. Why didn't you tell me how fast children grow when I became a mama? This is unacceptable!"

[thehighlandhealer]

"Whatever ya wanna do."

He wasn't going to pressure her for time. He had made his promise to Charles, and if more was needed, they would cross that bridge, eventually.

"They have personalities yet? Crying for food, crying for sleep, laughing when their papa is injured," he smirked and offered his arm.

Bronwyn beamed and took Mason’s arm. “Aye. They don’t like bein’ out of each other’s sight for too long. They’ll cry if they can’t find or hear each other. They adore Vincent and ev’ry single bird in all creation because of it. Torsten’s laugh makes them happy. Davina hates the sound of the blender but Leif likes it. The opposite for the vacuum.”

[thehighlandhealer]

Mason was returning to the living room when he heard the patter of Bronwyn's feet from upstairs. He leaned against the door frame, staring at his phone until his hostess came into view.

"All set?"

Bronwyn nodded cheerfully. "All set!" She'd touched up her makeup and added a sparkly comb in her hair that went well the sweater she'd chosen, which was a festive shade of red.

"Let's go. Oh, and we should pick up some goodies for Charles and the children too while we're out. It's Christmas, everyone should have a beignet."

[thehighlandhealer]

His first thought was of course, followed by his husband. It had been ages since he had spent more than a few minutes with her. Such short bursts had only been for Charles' benefit. That same benefit he couldn't simply ignore, and compelled him to pull out his phone.

"Gonna make a call, n'we're gonna go out."

Bronwyn nodded. "Take yer time. I'm goin' to go change and run a comb through my hair." What she was wearing was probably fine but this was a festive lunch! The occasion and the company called for a bit more effort and 'fine' wouldn't do at all.

[thehighlandhealer]

"What d'ya want this year, dear?" Mason combed his fingers through her hair. No man, no revenant, would ever cease his adoration of this woman. "Ya want a dress? Seeds for the garden? Toys for the little ones?"

Bronwyn let herself lean fully against Mason as she heaved a contemplative sigh. What did she want for Christmas this year? She felt like she already had everything she could possibly need.

"I waaaant...beignets. And fried shrimp." She beamed up at him. "I want you to take me out for lunch. I don't see as much of you as I'd like so I want to have a meal and spend time with you. That'll be my present."

[thehighlandhealer]

"D'ya go days without thinkin' about him?" Was the most important question he could think of, because her answer was a blueprint for Charles' future. Maybe not line-for-line, but a basis. Both caring, patient, and loving creatures.

Bronwyn nodded, taking one of Mason's hands between both of her own. "Aye, and no' just days. I go weeks. Months, even. It's been a long enough time that he doesn't haunt my ev'ry wakin' moment. I can live my life without those memories loomin' over me.

"Charles will be able to do the same. He's strong and he's got you by his side."

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I can’t find it on tumblr and IT CHRISMAS GOD DAMMIT.

MERR CHRISMAS.

[thehighlandhealer]

Fingers brushed along her elbow. Slumping down in his seat, he stared into the depths of his tea.

"When I look at him, I think about... Carl." Dark eyes looked up, wondering if she understood his meaning. It had taken her years to recover. Still, an ounce of that man remained in their veins, waiting to be remembered to send chills through their spine. Charles had his own demons, now, not nearly as comforting as the one he married.

How could she not understand his meaning when she’d realized the similarities herself as soon as Mason had told her what happened to Charles? Despite how many years had passed, she knew all too well what it was like to have a monster lurking in your memories. And she hated that Charles did, too.

“I won’t tell you not to because it’s hard not to, so instead I’ll remind you that things get better with time and patience and love. It’s still fresh for him. It’ll take time but he’s got you by his side just like I did. Things will get better.”

[thehighlandhealer]

Did he like opera? They knew classical, of course. Often played for the children or while Charles worked. It wasn't a terrible idea. Quite the opposite.

"Dunno why I didn't think of that." He was simply too close to this. Thinking on the grand scales he had become accustomed to. Declarations of love that were impossible to ignore, long before they had exchanged rings.

“That’s what friends are for,” she said as he handed him his tea. “To give you some outside perspective when ye’re too worried and in yer head.”

Bronwyn gave his shoulder a pat and ushered him into a chair. “It doesn’t even have to be that formal. Invite him for a walk somewhere nice or take him to a bookstore. Coax him out with things you know he’ll enjoy.”

[thehighlandhealer]

"Whatever you're havin'." He could finish a cup before this conversation ended. Just enough time.

"What do I do? What... What can I do t'get him outta the house? Somethin' for Christmas, maybe. I can't - we can't do what we've done before. He won't." At least, he didn't think Charles would agree to any trip. Deep within Canada or the coast of Italy. Nothing where they would be gone days.

Bronwyn got a teacup and prepared Mason his tea. Coincidentally enough, she was having earl grey and since it was his favorite, she knew exactly how he liked it.

She didn’t have to ask what they were talking about. There was only one ‘him’ that inspired such love and concern in Mason’s voice.

“I don’t think it has to be anythin’ big. You can take him for a nice dinner or to see a movie or a show. Does he like plays? Opera?”