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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Demitra Date: January 15, 2019, 12:32 pm
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By the time she had arrived at the door, she was short of breath
and gasped a little for air, composing and grounding herself
just as Catherine caught up, asking a question that Anya
herself, couldn’t possibly answer. What was she doing here? A
natural instinct forced her legs to this floor and then
continued to carry her to this particular door. She didn’t know
who resided here, boy or girl, crazy or not, of her kind, not of
her kind.
Why was she here?
“I obviously need to **** check something, don’t I?”
She was still on the defense, the lights in the hallway dimming
to a dull pale color as opposed to its usual blinding white, and
as she stares at Catherine, her shoulders shrug in a
don’t-judge-me-or-ask-questions-right-now kind of way. It was
the raven-haired girl who opened the door that broke the silence
between the two, instantly drawing her attention. Why did she
need to know that this girl was okay? The same way she needed to
protect Catherine.
“Well. . .” the sentence trails off awkwardly as she crosses her
arms over her chest, and leans against the door, “we just came
here to, uhhh, check if you’re okay. The lights and stuff,” she
makes a stupid gesture with a wave of her hand to the lights,
but the commotion had stopped, and there was really nothing she
was doing here.
Her eyes wander over to her apartment, the pieces of glass
scattered over the floor glistening an iridescent purple.
“You need some help cleaning tha-”
And before she could finish, she furrows her brows and breathes
in sharply, lifting the hem of her sleeve to look at her wrist
as a burning sensation grips the skin there. The shape of a
crescent moon similar to the tattoo on her shoulder takes shape,
like a birthmark.
How odd.
And then there it was; a vision that appeared right before her
eyes, displaying who she thought was herself outside their
house. Anya was a little older than her younger siblings, and
probably the sharpest out of them, and she remembered their hut
briefly, situated in the middle of what seemed to be a large
clearing. There were other huts, of course, surrounding them,
however, not too far in the distance, but far enough that they
were enclosed and had privacy. And that was when she noticed the
box of matches in her hand, and she realised that it wasn’t her,
but that she had manifested into her mother and was watching
this through her eyes, and when she turns her head, she is
saddened deeply by a young Anya and Catherine, and another girl,
who was even younger than Catherine, holding onto Anya’s hand in
fear. Before she could inquire and take in the surroundings some
more, she snaps out of it, her brain like a compass, leading her
back to the hallway they were standing in, so confused, so
baffled by what she had just encountered.
What was happening?
There were so many questions that lingered on the tip of her
tongue and Anya felt like she was atop a cliff, a steep
precipice that she wanted to jump off of. Anya was rational and
rarely had visions, but even she knew that it wasn’t the liquor.
This was something larger than her, something that she alone
couldn’t comprehend. As if the vision wasn’t enough, the voices
in her head morphed into that of one lone voice, belonging to a
girl no older than three years, and it seemed so real that it
was like the girl was in the hallway too, standing among them,
and singing, in the sweetest angelic voice.
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head,
Who is the pillar and the strength
Under her leadership they’ll abide,
Led by the power of the moonlight.
It is her heart whom they’ll protect
From the devils unwholly embrace
Hell will desire her like no other
but in the others, faith remains.[/font][/center]
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“What. . .the ****.”
That was all Anya could muster as she tried to comprehend the
events that had unfurled just minutes ago.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: SPAZZ Date: January 15, 2019, 7:36 pm
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Catherine Anne hissed at her sister and offered her a kind roll
of her eyes. Perfectly curled brows furrowing at the sudden
impatience of her sister. The least she could do was fuccin let
her know what was going on! After all, Catherine ran barefoot
out of the house following her damned eldest sister. However,
she didn’t voice her opinion because an argument at that
moment wouldn’t solve or help in any way. Arms crossed
now, cradling her breasts tightly in a stance that accented all
the similarities between them. And then… The door opened.
Nothing and everything made sense the moment that door opened,
and the smell of pure marijuana slapped her across the face. It
wasn’t the stench that made her nose wrinkle, it was the
shooting stab that made her head pound just once. A hard, solid
knock behind her left temple that made her eye twitch closed.
Only for a second of course because this stunning young woman
looked so… so familiar... So much so that Catherine was
left speechless. All she could do was listen to the interaction
between them both, looking from one raven haired woman to the
other as if they were at a tennis match and words were the ball.
But her eyes lingered mostly on their neighbor of course. Trying
to find features that she could not compare to Anya’s. She
found only a few and even then it was debatable. This young
woman was clearly younger, with a smooth almost baby like face.
Stunning really, but so was her eldest sister.
A chill ran up her spine as cool as before but not at all
menacing. This time it was gentle and light. Carrying the scent
of fresh dew… That was when things began getting even
weirder.
Then her sister complained and made her jump almost half a foot
because she didn’t expect it. “Epp! The fu---Ouch!
What d—” There was a burning pinch on her wrist, the
same side where her sister was complaining. There it was in all
it’s glory; a small brown sun carved perfectly into her
skin. Her fingers instinctively ran through it and the pain
subsided, but this all was overwhelmingly absurd.
“A-Anya..?” She began, but just then there was a
whisper. Another sharp pain by her temples that announced- with
no need of interpretation, that something was wrong. Immediately
her green eyes began scanning both women, brows furrowing even
more in concentration and Aha! There it was! The superficial
damage of what, maybe a rouge shard of glass? That had cut
through her new neighbors skin just enough to make her bleed.
Concern rapidly took over. “Oh pobrecita*, your arm is
bleeding.” She announced, pointing at the unsuspecting cut
in the young girl’s forearm. Much like Anya before, she
moved by instinct, walking between her sister and the
stranger’s door to take a better look at the insignificant
yet bleeding cut. Cat had pushed her sister out of the way some,
half because she was compelled to look at the cut and the other
50% because she just wanted to look at the girl. It wasn’t
malicious when she reached over and gently touched the younger
woman's arm, her other hand was still placed over her
sister’s shoulder.
Something mystical happened just then…
Catherine could feel a warmth that she had never felt before.
Like electric lava surging and spreading midst her body through
her arms and shoulders, all the way to her wrists and finally
her fingertips. That was when with a loud gasp, she gripped on
to both girls and the world went misty. Even though for a the
fraction of a second she couldn't really see anything, for the
first time she truly saw.
To her left and to her right there were no longer two women, now
there were two little girls. One held on to her right hand so
tightly that it hurt and the other’s tiny little hand
barely held three of her fingers. “Don’t do it momma
no… It isn’t that cold, not that cold.” The
sweet little voice said over and over again. She couldn’t
see well though, everything else was just cloudy. But she could
surely make out the silhouette of a woman approaching them. Then
the smell of wood being burnt and eventually fire… And
that was when the heat started again. This time it wasn't just
warmth, this time it was uncomfortable.
“Kitty?! Wait, what’s going on?!” A voice far
away from this little mirage but close enough from reality, made
the curly haired brunette gasp loudly and gather the strength to
lift both hands. Immediately everything ended. The smell of
fire, the heat, the voices and Cat was returned to her previous
position in the middle of both women. “A-Amor? Where
are--- Oh… oh yes, I can… I can explain.” The
woman scanned the hall until she found her lover’s
confused blue eyes and she ran. She ran to the safety of her
arms where everything was simple. Where nothing was confusing or
foggy. Where she was normal and safe.
* Pobrecita= Poor girl; poor dear
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Selene Date: January 25, 2019, 3:05 am
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It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the two women
standing before her were sisters, and though they looked roughly
the same age, the way the first woman spoke with an
authoritative tone, Selene guessed she was the oldest, and
perhaps the one that had dragged the younger sister down,
judging by the confusion in her face. When the first one waves
her hand and voices her concern, she takes another pull of the
spliff, turning her head slightly to look at her messy apartment
before focusing once more on the strangers, “does this always
happen? Because I can’t be fucking payi-” before she could even
finish, the younger one interrupts with her own worry for a cut
on her arm, tilting her neck slightly to look at the blood now
gushing down her arm.
Why hadn’t she noticed that sooner?
“Errmm,” yes actually, she did need their help, and though she
couldn’t explain it, she felt a connection to these two complete
strangers, a connection far stronger than the one she even felt
to her own parents, which was odd, given her circumstance, but
before she could respond, a wave of darkness washes over her
orbs, taking her to another place entirely.
When she opens her eyes, she is standing before a hut, in the
middle of an open clearing of some sort, like in the movies she
had watched. She didn’t understand why she was here, looking
around to justify her existence in what seemed to be a parallel
universe, and as her eyes wander, they stop when they are met
with three children. And there she was, a younger Selene,
holding onto a girl’s hand, tightly. The fear in the younger
version of her was so evident her lips turned down, her heart
aching for her before there was a voice in her head that
distracted her.
“Come on Mama, burn it, do it now.”
It was her voice.
But now, she realised that she wasn’t in her own body, that she
had taken over another body. Selene knew she was adopted, her
parents hadn’t kept that a secret, and now it dawned on her that
the body she was in was her mothers, but why was she telling her
mother to burn the hut? When she hears the voice again, she
turns her head to the younger her, furrowing her brows when she
realises the voice is only in her head.
“Catina, come,” the middle child eyed her older sister in
protest, shaking her head, as the eldest hoisted the youngest up
and carried her.
“Antanasia, I don’t wanna leave Mama,” she continues shaking her
head, tears gathering in her eyes, “she’ll die. . .”
“CATINA!”
The middle child jumped and followed her sister, running to her
side to hold her free hand.
“Starlene’s getting cold, she’s shivering, let's find some place
to sleep tonight, and tomorrow we’ll come back, okay?”
The vision ends, and just as she had witnessed the moon and sun
appear on the two women before her, her own wrist starts burning
up, looking down with wide eyes as a star appears on hers. What
the fuck was happening? Why didn’t she have no control over
anything, why did she feel so weak, but the strongest she had
ever been? Her weakness was how little she knew and seemed to
understand the situation, and in order to find out more, she
needed to understand the two women before her. When she looks
up, she studies the older one a little closer, and it struck her
how alike they looked, it was like staring in a mirror. Not just
here, but she looked exactly like the child in her vision, the
one that had picked her up; Antanasia.
“C-come in,” the blunt in her hand had dropped to the floor as
she pivots and turns to the side to pull open her door, inviting
them in.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: SPAZZ Date: January 25, 2019, 12:02 pm
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In the arms of her lover the world seemed less chaotic, but that
didn’t mean this situation was less stressful or that the heavy
fog of confusion had dissipated. Catherine lifted her now
honey-suckle eyes from the tall blonde’s chest and was met with
puzzled baby blue eyes. Annette’s cherry lips puckered sweetly,
and she gathered enough breath to commence a word, though Cat
quickly interjected with a gentle kiss. “Go home, wait for us
there because we… don’t really know what’s happening… But It’ll
be okay…” She reassured her lover who seemed weary but didn’t
protest. She’d been accustomed to the oddity of the sister’s
bond. That was enough to have the blonde take a quick look
towards the brunettes near the door and head upstairs without a
second glance because if she did, she’d have to stay. Maybe she
had seen wrong, maybe it was just the fluorescence in the
hallway but something about her lover seemed out of place. Why
were her eyes so yellow? They were always a perfect fresh
mountain green…
Just in time the younger woman invited them in and Catherine,
making sure to not make physical contact with any of them,
carefully tip-toed barefoot into the messy apartment. The strong
smell of pot making her nose wrinkle just the slightest bit. The
apartment was empty as expected, aside from a few messy boxes
and the glass lightbulb that had exploded not too long ago. Oh,
well, an ashtray. This was one of the strangest and most awkward
interactions Catherine had ever had in her existence. How could
you just walk up to a woman and say ‘Oh hi! I think we might be
sisters and I just had a premonition when I touched you… Welcome
to the neighborhood!’. She didn’t even know where to start. But
thankfully fate was a great ice breaker.
“Thank you… for the invitation… I’m sorry we just barged into
your home but, well…. Honestly, I’m not sure what’s going on… I
guess we all know there is something strange happening to us.
Anya rushed out of the house and I followed… I mean, it’s
obvious we were meant to find each other… Right?”
Catherine went on, looking between her eldest and who she
assumed was her youngest sister. Her eyes mostly lingered on the
youngest, scanning her beautiful features and finding each one
more familiar than the next. From her jet-black straight hair,
to the curvature of her lips, to the shape of her eyes and even
the thickness of her eyelashes. Some Cat could find in the
mirror but most she could find in Anya. Fascinating, really…
Catherine was so concentrated in her newest sister, so entrapped
by her that she disregarded entirely the politeness of not
staring at another human for too long.
[s]“Do I have something on my **** face? Why the **** she
staring?![/s]” The thoughts were whispered in Catherine’s mind
and startled her to the point of letting out a small yelp as she
jumped back. The younger woman’s mouth hadn’t moved at all and
she had heard her. It was the same voice but just in a whisper.
As if Selene herself had leaned in and whispered a secret that
no one else could hear. It was almost a breath, a very clear
collection of words that were deposited right into her ear
canal.
“What was that?!” Catherine questioned, turning to look at both
of them. She saw the concern in Anya’s eyes and the hesitation
that she already knew involved her sister moving closer to her
aid. Kitten extended a hand to stop her oldest sister’s progress
and didn’t break her gaze, ordering her to stay back while she
explored this new found oddity. “No, wait… Stop Anya just stop.
Don’t move let me…. I think I can… Just… don’t speak and don’t
anyone move.” She had no idea how and why this happened, but she
knew it was because of the staring. So, the middle sister
attempted to do the same thing to her eldest sister. She began
staring at her too, following the frown that had built in her
brows and the shape of her face. Very much like the one in her
previous vision. The foggy vision of a woman holding the fire…
of their mother… Catherine knew, didn’t know why or how, but she
just knew Anya was the one who looked the most like their birth
mother. Something within her heart told her that she was just
like her but stronger. She was their leader, the head and neck
of their operation. She was the one to come to and the one in
trouble. Anya was the one with the heaviest cross… And then it
began so quickly that Catherine’s now honey eyes turned glossy
and bright. They began turning so bright that they seemed to
glow and then came the breakthrough.
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Voices. More voices.
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They started so soft and mellow and many, soon they began
getting louder and louder. None made sense. None could be
understood. They were just speaking without pause. It made her
heart start beating so fast that she could also hear it drumming
inside her ears in unison with the voices. Catherine’s breath
got caught in her throat and fear took over. But not just fear;
paranoia. She wasn’t just inside her sister’s head, without
knowing she had picked her sister’s burden like a backpack and
was carrying it away with each back step. Something or someone
now held on to the middle sister. Cat could feel its invisible
tentacles wrap around her neck and another hold on to her waist,
squeezing the wind out of her lungs. Forcing her breath to turn
shallow and quick while at the same time, it devoured her
thoughts. There was pressure around her skull too, like a pair
of powerful jaws slowly enveloping her head, wanting to swallow
her whole. It was a parasite the size of an anaconda that
wanted to consume her every thought and Catherine could do
nothing to stop it because fear was guiding this ship now. The
young woman just kept taking backsteps until her back hit a wall
and she couldn’t move anymore. Gathering just enough strength to
call out. “Stop. Shut up… Just… Shut up!!! It’s sque---- It’s…”
She tried to scream to no avail and ended up gasping for air
again. Choking on nothingness.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Demitra Date: January 25, 2019, 1:35 pm
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Anya’s eyes flickered to the exchange between Cat and her lover;
their lovestruck stares and words made her cringe inside for she
wasn’t one that believed much in love. Actually, Anya barely
believed in anything but what she knew to be as concrete as the
building they were standing in right now, was that Selene was
family, and the vision had made it obvious that she wasn’t
extended family, but that she, like Catherine, was her younger
sister, her other missing part; it explained the strong desire
she felt to protect her. And to think, the three were reunited
not only by chance but by a storm, how tragic.
As Selene invited them into the apartment, she watched Cat
tiptoe in, walking up behind her to observe the one bedroom -
the walls were a little stained and it wasn’t much really, but
Anya assumed that Selene didn’t have anyone in her life, perhaps
it was their uncanny, physical resemblance that pushed Anya to
believe Selene was the same as her when it came to
relationships; no attachments formed, no strings attached.
That way, your heart was only yours for the breaking.
Cat’s rambling pulled Anya away from her thoughts, watching her
sister step and stumble over her words in an attempt to explain
the vision they just all had, the scars that appeared on their
wrists; of course, Anya knew why this was happening, but she
didn’t think her sisters were ready, especially Selene. The
youngest of them all hadn’t developed the bond they now shared,
not only that, but she had just moved into this apartment, to
burden her with the truth, well, it wasn’t wise.
When Anya had first learned what she was, her world turned
upside down; she was pushed into a life that she wasn’t ready
for and it broke her mentally, physically, and even emotionally
but she had learned to become one with her celestial being, and
now enjoyed the power she bestowed - she wasn’t vulnerable like
she used to be as a child, but that power took years not only to
refine but to control. And right now, the two girls before her
would experience that same struggle; the struggle of identity,
dealing with physical changes, having to control their emotions
so as not to harm anyone, unintentionally, of course.
And before she could say anything, there it was.
The amber glow in Cat’s orbs.
A look of concern washed over her features, forcing her brows to
furrow when her sister protests, refusing to let her help so she
stood and watched, turning to check on Selene who had taken a
seat on the couch, her eyes struck with fear now.
When Cat started hyperventilating and choking on thin air, Anya
rushed forward and held her hands tightly so as to prevent her
from strangling herself and as she screamed to whatever it was
that possessed her, Selene started choking too. And then, it
clicked; Cat hadn’t broken the mental connection she had
unintentionally created with Selene and when she had skipped
over to Anya’s mind and started hearing the voices in her head,
Selene heard them too. And now, they heard what she had been
dealing with her whole life. Voices telling her to kill herself,
voices telling her how to do it, but she had to block them out
to stop the torture it was inflicting on her younger sisters,
and so she did.
“Shh. . . shhhhh, it’s okay.”
She let her voice stabilise itself and block out the others so
all they could hear was Anya telling to calm down. And when she
could feel Cat visibly relaxing a little, she pulled her over to
the couch and onto her lap, holding her tight, then wraps an arm
instinctively over Selene's shoulder too, smiling when the
youngest of them all leans into her hold, curling herself
against Anya’s side.
“I’m here,” she coos softly, as if she was calming down two big
infants, “it’ll be fine. . .I’m here.”
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Selene Date: January 26, 2019, 10:30 am
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Darkness wasn’t always as scary as it seemed. There was also
comfort in midst of it. Cool and inviting to people like
herself. But yes, there was no denying that when the world went
black monsters were free to roam. She was there, minding her own
business when the world turned upside down and now the man that
seemed to haunt her dreams and force her to move across the sea,
was just an inconvenience in comparison. Things had escalated so
quickly that there was no time to react. First to her sister’s
sudden outburst, second to the random silence between the three.
There was only enough time to turn to Anya and lock clueless
eyes. Offering her a quick shrug of her shoulders before
everything changed. One minute she’d been sitting down and
trying to wrap her mind around this situation, the next minute
something had wrapped around her neck and was squeezing the
living shitlits out of her.
The whole world went foggy then and her hands flew to her neck,
nails almost digging into her fresh to try and scratch out the
invisible muscles that squeezed viciously. Voices that were so
loud that she could not discern one from the other. A head ache
that was maddening to the point of wanting to see her own brains
splattered on the fucking back wall. What the royal fuck was
this?! How?! When?! How silly it seemed to fear flesh and blood
when there were things one could not see, one could not think
of, or even stop. And then a thick black curtain fell on her
eyes and the whole wide world went black.
“If death feels anything like this, I swear to God we’re all
better off dead. I’m not trynna be gloomy or anything but
really, it’s an experience. First it is really scary, kinda like
when you’re on a rollercoaster and you don’t know what’s coming
next. But then you feel like you’re floating. I’ve never felt so
peaceful, ya know? Like if nothing could ever touch me. Huh, for
someone who enjoys touching herself as much as I do—he, he, he-
not having the need for any contact is refreshing. I mean,
there’s no need for anything really. No pain, no smell, no
hunger, no cold or heat, no need… Just nothingness. I don’t
really know how fucking long I stayed like that. But all the
sudden I was in nothingness, then I wasn’t.”
When Selene’s vision returned, she found herself outside that
apartment complex just a couple of hours ago. She saw herself
carrying the heavy boxes but saw something else that she’d been
too busy to see earlier. A collection of clouds were being
formed out of thin air. They were menacing and dark, streaming
from a source that she could not see even in this spiritual
state. Then the youngest of the sisters took a side step trying
to follow herself into the apartment, but the step took her into
another scene. This time she was upstairs in her newfound
sisters’ apartment. She saw Anya shield Catherine from the
shattered glass, but she could see the light blue barrier that
then turned into a small claw that picked up the chard and
tossed it aside. She saw the black fog inside the room and how
it rooted from the heavy cloud. She saw the T.V flipping
channels and the face… No one else could see the face but Selene
did. Selene saw the man--- no, the creature’s face quickly. But
just as she tried to move and take a closer look, it looked back
at her and Selene’s experience came to a halt.
Gasping for air Selene found herself now. In the protective arms
of her eldest sister where she felt as safe as she did between
her mothers as a child. Luna -like her mothers affectionately
nicknamed her- wrapped an arm around her sister’s frame and held
on to her other sister’s arm. Clinging on to them to make sure
she was grounded and in place. She felt how Catherine also held
on to her for dear life, both trapping the eldest sister between
them. If there was any doubt left it was now cleared up
completely. They were not only sisters, but bonded. Not only
bonded, but special. Not only special, but unique.
“I saw…. I saw--- What happened… I saw… I saw him…” Selene
confirmed as soon as she managed to catch her breath. This time
the ‘him’ that she was talking about wasn’t that fucking
stalker, it was something much more sinister.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Demitra Date: January 26, 2019, 11:16 am
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The more the time passed, the more her sisters powers would
unfurl and the more confused they would get and while Anya was
planning on postponing telling them the truth, it seemed that
now, in the confines of this small one bedroom apartment that
telling them what was actually happening to them was the only
right thing to do, keeping this a secret would be like stripping
them of their birthright. Before doing anything, she begins to
restore order, firstly, by breaking the connection between her
and Cat, Selene had to do her part but first she would have to
learn how to first; Anya had no control over their mental
connection.
Just as she is about to get up, she feels Selene’s hold tighten
on her, her forehead creasing like ripples in the sea when her
stare meets with her youngest sisters azure gaze, understanding
who ‘him’ is the second it slips from her mouth. Anya sighs
softly, managing to slide out from under her sisters to stand in
front of them, tall, and slender as she paces left and right.
“Right. . . okay.”
A moment later and, “****.”
How am I going to do this?
She walks back over to Cat, taking her face in her hands gently
and looking at her directly, her voice a little sad as she
begins to speak, “I’m sorry you had to hear that, I should’ve
seen that coming, and I should’ve prevented it,” she tilts her
head so she is now looking over at Selene, before moving to the
youngest, holding her face like she did Cats, “that won’t happen
again, okay?” Selene nods, and Anya places a kiss to her
forehead, before wrapping her arms around her, hugging her
tightly. It was as if the woman had retrieved a lost item, only
this lost item didn’t have a price, it was something that
couldn’t be bought. Life had a way of sticking a knife into Anya
and then pulling it out, but this time it also placed the
plaster on top and stopped the wound from bleeding.
Animated by this new certainty, she turns to the the youngest
girl and places her palm on her arm where the blood had now
dried, before healing the wound.
“Just like you can do that,” finally, a little smile, “I can do
that.”
Now, Cat would understand why her wounds healed so quickly and
it was amusing to think that it would click in her mind, meeting
her gaze and laughing quietly before getting up and brushing the
glass off of the wooden table in front of the couch, taking a
seat on it afterwards. She pulls her packet from her pocket,
brushing the cigarette along her lips, before lighting it,
taking a long drag, before trying to explain what had just
happened.
“When we were younger, our mother, Auni, got involved in some
black magic that our coven didn’t approve of, and there are
consequences when you play with forces like that, you know?,”
Another drag, “The voices started, she went mad, Selene, you
weren’t even 4 when she wanted to burn the house. . . you
weren’t even **** four,” there was a lot of pent up anger
towards her mother; anger Anya hadn’t gotten to release over the
years and she had never reconciled with the woman; for now she
would let her sisters assume that their mother was dead, they
had grown up in the care of far better people anyway.
Anya knew better though. Auni was in Romania still, living a
life that she had chosen; a mother had chosen to sell her
children to feed a drug habit she had picked up when she had
decided to mess with black magic. Her hand shakes a little as
she looks up at her sisters again, biting her bottom lip angrily
before taking a final drag, putting it out in the ashtray next
to her afterwards.
“We were seperated a little after she burnt the hut, and I’ve
tried looking for you,” this time, she was talking to Selene,
“God knows I’ve been **** looking for you, but,” she looks at
her youngest sister in a defeated manner. Finding Cat was easier
because they lived in the same continent, but she couldn’t feel
Selene’s energy no matter how hard she had tried. Anya had even
gone to lengths such as finding other witches to help her but
nothing. It was as if Selene had a shield over her. Now, she
didn’t know what to say, so instead of speaking she lets her
words hang in the air, pulling out another cigarette from the
pack.
She lights the new cigarette, burying her face in her free hand
and rubbing her forehead as she sighs, looking at her sisters as
she inhales and exhales quietly, waiting for a reaction.
All she wished was that Selene, like Cat, had been adopted by a
good family, a family that loved her so she didn’t feel like a
burden in this world.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: SPAZZ Date: January 26, 2019, 12:27 pm
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It would have been harder to understand if her life wasn’t so
full of oddities. If the world itself didn’t seem so magical
from the beginning. I mean, she’d have to be honest to herself
and admit that she didn’t believe the whole ‘witch craft’ ordeal
that her sister present. She respected Anya’s midnight
meditations and the whole crystals-outside-her-bedroom ordeal.
She never protested when the mentioning of herbs and spells came
along either because Catherine knew how to respect other’s
beliefs. Growing up catholic didn’t help much in the
understanding of her sister of course, but in this past hour she
realized that in life and death there was much more than heaven
and eternal damnation.
The middle sister listened without interruption. She listened to
the story that she’d been too stubborn to believe the first
time. Though of course, the first time it was without such
details. She didn’t even think her sister remembered that much
about their origin. But Catherine hadn’t the slightest hint of
resentment for the eldest of the three because feeling of
compassion overwhelmed all.
Everything started to make sense now. From the quick healing to
the ‘six sense’ that warned her about unwise decisions. To the
feeling of unity when she first met Anya and now after meeting
Selene. The puzzle was starting to come together but there were
still plenty of pieces left to attach. “So we are definite
witches… Like the Charmed Ones on tv?!” Cat’s sweet voice turned
into a little shriek of excitement, looking towards her youngest
sister and determining immediately that she was a Phoebe and
that Anya was definitely Prue. Even though the thought was
comical enough to force an automatic giggle, the thought of Prue
dying for her sisters chilled her spine and made her smile
falter. The thought wasn’t entertained long of course, soon
Selene interrupted with a question.
“So wait, we’re witches or something?! And…. Like… Wait, what?!”
The youngest of the three asked looking back and forth between
them both. Extending her hand to lightly hold on to Selene’s
hand gingerly, as if to reassure her that everything would be
okay. She knew this was all too much… With suddenly having two
sisters, all the healing and the other weather bull. “I guess we
are, dear… I guess we are…” Catherine reassured once more and
rapidly shifted the conversation, this time shifting her
attention to Anya.
“What should we do next? I mean, I feel like we might need
someone’s help? This is much bigger than ourselves and to be
honest mi corazón*, I’m pretty sure there is so much that we
don’t know about ourselves… About these… gifts that we have… Do
we have more family Anya? Do we know who they are? I mean… Do we
even know who our father is?” For the first time in a long time
Catherine wondered about her mother. Who did she look like? How
was she really? Before her maddening and before letting them go.
Was she really as bad as she sounded? What was her story? What
about their father? Was it one same man? Were there multiple?
What happened?
Mi Corazón= my heart;
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Selene Date: January 26, 2019, 1:06 pm
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Luna didn’t need much proof to be convinced and it wasn’t
because she was naive or young, but that she understood the full
complexity of the situation, and she not only understood it, but
she felt it; the second she ventured into that vision and the
star sign appeared on her wrist it was as if this cerulean
circle enclosed her, protected her almost, and then there was
the visit to a time earlier but it was such an out-of-body
experience that nothing else but magik could explain it. When
Catherine makes the charmed reference she can’t help but laugh
with her and she couldn’t ignore how natural it felt to just be
here, with them, with her sisters.
Yes.
They were her sisters. When Anya had hugged her, she felt safe.
She had felt safer than she ever had in her life, and she knew
that from now on, Roger wasn’t going to be a problem. The eldest
was overprotective. And though Catherine probably did it
unintentionally, she raised a brow when her thoughts traversed
in her mind, echoing in the confines of her brain.
Pheobe huh. And then that same sadness took over her features as
she looked over at Anya. It was clear as day that she hadn’t
been adopted, like Luna and Cat.
“We’re witches.”
She nods; saying things out loud made you actually face them.
They were witches, and they were sisters. When Cat starts
throwing questions at Anya, Luna’s thoughts navigate her in a
completely different direction; it dawned on her in that moment
that she didn’t even need to ask for their names. She knew that
the curly-haired beauty next to her on the couch, who was now
holding her hand, was Catina, and that the older one was
Antanasia, who probably went by Anya. And she was Starlene, not
Selene. Starlene. And her mother was Auni.
“I don’t even remember being taken,” she disrupts Cat
unintentionally, so focused on her own thoughts that Cats voice
became a blur in the distance, “I just remember growing up with
who I know to be my parents, two women, who,” she stops for a
moment to take a cigarette that Anya offered, lighting it up and
also beginning to smoke, “have done nothing but love me.”
But now she had the same questions as Cat. Who were her real
parents, where was their mother? Dead, probably.
She looks at Anya for answers.
And she knew that from now on, she would be doing that a lot.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Demitra Date: January 27, 2019, 12:52 am
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As Cat’s questions cascade into the air and hang around her,
Anya finishes her second cigarette and looks up with a sigh. Do
we even know who our father is? Of course they didn’t know of
the type of women their mother had been, they each had different
fathers, but yes, Anya knew who the men were. Yes. Unable to
push her tongue against the word, she nods in response to the
question, self-annihilating regret spreading across her features
and extending outwards, darkening the room. Their fathers wanted
nothing to do with them, and despite Selene removing any doubt
in her mind about the type of family she had been adopted into,
it still broke Anya’s heart to look over at the two and admit,
out loud, how much of a disgrace their parents were.
“Our dads don’t want **** to do with us,” she mutters it softly
looking up at Cat’s face. It pained Anya the most to tell her
because she knew Cat was a little sensitive, and so innocent,
and her heart was a good heart. A good heart, that didn’t
deserve to be be thrown face-down into the darkness of their
past life, but she also felt that same pain for Selene, because
just by looking at the room around them, she could tell Selene
was not much of an extrovert, perhaps it was her sisterly
intuition that plagued her with what she knew to be the truth,
but the young girl had missed out on so many years of being with
them. It was time they couldn’t get back but there was also no
point in pondering about time gone past, no. Now it was time to
enjoy the time that was to come.
“Right, **** them.”
She stands up suddenly, her lips curling up devilishly as she
tilts a head at Cat, “you really think so little of me?”
They didn’t need anyone’s help but with both hands on her hip,
her legs parted in a stance, Anya’s turquoise gaze travels
around the room. Your first lesson, girls. She didn’t need to
say that out loud because as their eyes met, the words would
travel to their minds, and with that she raises both hands,
conjuring enough power to then clutch it within her palms. The
trick is to control your energy. A light blue line, the same
shade as her eyes, circles Anya’s frame as she pushes her palms
out in the direction of the walls on either side of her, to then
lift her arms up.
“Prin puterea mea, prin energia mea, curată.”
And then, the spell, and she watched everything in the room
assemble itself but instead of the items propping themselves
onto shelves they are wrapped and placed back in the boxes they
had come in, taking a seat on the table again then taking
Selene’s hands in her own, her gaze wandering over Cat before
she speaks.
“Come live with us. . . huh?”
It wasn’t asked like a question, but it wasn’t a demand either.
She would respect her sisters decision either way, but she
wanted her to feel like a part of this family, and they had more
than enough room in their apartment upstairs.
“Hell you could take my room, I don’t even **** sleep anymore.”
Her heart thudded inconveniently as she stared at Selene. She
had time, but no certain inclination to explain why she wanted
Selene to live with them, because the truth of the matter was,
she just did. It would not only be better in this fragile time
to have people around her of the same cast but they were family.
Anya could help with harnessing her power, stop her from
inclining into a depressive state when she will inevitably fall
into a realisation that she isn’t what she thought; that there
is a line between mortals and immortals, and she was playing on
that line. Like fire and gasoline, and she will come to realise
the heavy burden like a weight on both shoulders and that weight
will try to bury her but Anya will be there when it does, and so
will Cat, to help lift it.
“Plus,” she now smiles, even though the smile was tired, “you
guys could practice some magic, eh?”
Anya knew Cat wouldn’t need pressure in that regard, offering
her a wink before looking back at Selene, who seemed to be
staring into the distance in a contemplative manner.
“Luna?”
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