MOVED TO MOONLIGHTLEAD

                                                      ❝   Say  no more .❞   It  became  very  clear  very  fast  what  that conversation  would  be  leading  up  to. While  she  enjoyed  her Aunties  stories, this  was  one  she  would  most  certainly  pass  on.  It  was  sad  to  think  that  she  rushed  in,  but  that  must  have  been how  much  she  loved  him  at  the  time.  ❝ I  will  do  my  best  Auntie. To  live  in  the  moment  and  take  my  time  until  i’m  ready.  ❞

glass clutched tightly in her hand , gaze focused on the amber liquid swirling inside — looking at anything but her sister . to do so would allow hilda to see the terror in her eyes , the weakness that had broken through her carefully crafted facade ,  for the dream had shaken her far more than zelda would ever want to admit .

            ‘     fine .     ’    voice clipped , words rushed , as if she would love for nothing more than to escape this situation .     ‘     if it means this much to you , i won’t kill you anymore . there , are you happy now ?     ’     it’s as if she has completed an act of altruism , for which her younger sister should be grateful .

              why couldn’t she understand? how much would it take for her older sister to see that they had lost each other? in a way she knew it was selfish of her to think that they weren’t sisters, that she longed to break free and not be here anymore. it was unfair to zelda, especially now when she knew what her biggest fear was. 

he’d been regaling from his soapbox by the fireplace , stood neatly in his unholy vestments.while some guests milled about the room , a clutch of about twelve spellmans sat around him like a congregation , listening , enthralled. & those who didn’t were singing his praises elsewhere. oh there are those who dissent & resent! but they held their tongues & Edward got a certain satisfaction in knowing they squirmed inside with protest they dare not speak. hearing a familiar voice , Edward’s gaze snaps up. it takes him half a beat to recognize his sister , she’d changed so drastically. “ Hilda.. ” it’s spoken from the beginnings of a smile but the surprise still lingered too. the man of the hour’s focus on the new arrival , meant everyone else’s was too. && they’re collective surprise surpassed his.

                                   He steps away from the fray who were beginning to speak amongst themselves again. He looks her over , now stood before her. there’s a sincere fondness to his gaze. missed her?   " only perhaps for the first century. “ he answers. ” had i known what it took to warrant a visit , sister dear , I’d have become the dark lord’s representative on earth long ago. “ he jokes dryly.

               next time he could just ask her over for dinner and she’d show up not that anyone in the spellman family had asked anything from her since she moved to england. she liked it there, loved how free she could be. most importantly she had found herself while she was gone and she had no doubts that most of the people inside of this room would be displeased with who she had become. “ oh you know i would have come sooner if everyone in here wasn’t so stubborn ” she shot a look at her sisters, vesta and zelda sure knew how to hold a grudge but she was pleased to be home, pleased to feel like she might belong this time around.

                       ‘     england .     ’     voice tight , trying to remain expressionless , though surprise was evident on her features . hilda would rather run away , to those british batwits they called aunts , than remain in herrightful place with her family ? dorma , vindictive and slumbering for decades at a time and beulah with herinane parties — zelda would bet that her younger sister wouldn’t last a week .     ‘     our aunts ? really sister , have you exhausted all of your other options ?     ’

she descended the staircase , second to last step skipped as to avoid the tell - tale creak that would certainly wake their parents . mirroring her sister , zelda crossed her arms , looking over hilda and her suitcases with what could only be contempt .     ‘     i wouldn’t dream of stopping you , for if father believes this is the best course of action , then the situation must certainly be dire . did you have to beg him to allow you leave , or was he simply so sick of your presence that it was he who begged you ?     ’

                why did she always have to do this? turn everything into something negative? like hilda was leaving her. they were sister’s, once they had been best friends but these days ice just seemed to be what was between them. she couldn’t stay, wouldn’t stay. not after everything. “ father agreed that it might be for the best since i’m not learning anything here ” and her aunts might be able to give her answers. answers on why she had been gifted with resurrection. hilda was confused, scared and vulnerable and that wasn’t the spellman way. 

                 staring down at their joint hands rather than meet her sister’s eyes , there’s a discomfort at thevulnerability she’s allowing herself to show . always the stronger one , walls built high to ward out any perceived weakness — but this dream had shaken her too deeply , and zelda could no longer pretend that everything wasfine . words chosen carefully , as she attempted to articulate the nightmare that had plagued her .     ‘    i never really know , do i ? it might be nothing but it might have been a warning . something terrible is coming , but i can’t tell what it is .     ’