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suscitat-mortuosā:
Time passed oddly here. That was the first thing he had noticed upon his return. Constantine never measured how long an hour was anymore. Sometimes it felt like a minute. Other times, he thought heād been here for months. It did not need to be stated, thought, or assumed, that he was suspended between worlds. He was hovering somewhere between the living and the dead, the whole and the broken. He felt like a white noise. There, but not quite; present, but oddly removed. he was lost in a haze of smoke with no compass, no map. Constantine had lost his sense of direction long ago. He was simply that - here. He awoke in a dark fog, and wandered around blindly. And all because of one magical seal burned on his wrist. It was making him feel unlike himself and he despised that feeling. Feeling like he was the same as everyone else. The one person who he valued aside from his sister was Ariana. And this had everything to do with her magical capabilities and not with her physical attributes. Not that he was blinded to her beauty, he just didnāt care for it.
Con. Oh, how he abhorred the use of nicknames. Everyone had a name and yet people felt the need to shorten it, change it, to make it sound more pleasant. Constantine heard her speak but every word that evaporated out of her mouth went through his like smoke. āIām afraid not. I went to visit your mother and she told me you lived.ā He paused, watching her expression change from one emotion to another. Constantine was as usual, not emotional about anything. As usual. He was not the kind of man that you would see with any kind of emotions splashed on his face, in his eyes, or anywhere on him. Even mind magics had a hard time getting through his head, not because he had formal training against it, but because his mind was such a complex thing, it was hard to find a way to the core before you found what you wanted to find. His mind was essentially a blank slate, and this was something which he enjoyed.Ā āArenāt you going to invite me in?
So Constantine spoke to her mother. Wonderful... that meant dedication on his front if he decided to actually go out of his way to find her. It sounded like bad news. But the idea of Cecily Fawn cowering over the figure of a reemerged Constantine Vogel was amusing enough in her daughterās mind that it softened the edges of her apprehension.Ā
Besides, this was Con. Theyād known each other since childhood. And with that mark on his skin? Against her, he was now as harmless as any human. So, Aria opened the door a little further and raised her brows at her old friend.Ā āYouāre wrong about me, Constantine. You on the other hand... youāre obviously still the exact same android you always were. Save for the new ink.ā
She stepped aside for him to come in.Ā āLetās just get some things clear and out of the way first... before you start with whatever shit youāre here for,ā Aria spoke up again, closing the door behind him and sighing. āOne: I donāt know what's changed about you since youāve been in that place, Con, but everything our familiesā built is over. Itās dust.Ā And there is one thing that hasnāt changed about me...āĀ
āThere wasnāt a moment in my life where I wanted nor will ever want to be Mrs. Vogel, the witch baby incubator. So, if you ever get the prickling desire to reminisce about the idea of family legacy... I will harshly suggest you look elsewhere. Two: I donāt want to deal with you or your sister's drama right now. Play timeās been over for years and Iām not interested. I have my own life now.ā
juliettelikethesunā:
Juliette lifted an eyebrow, patiently, as the girl spoke. Interesting. Defensive, perhaps a little bitter. The tone was too careful to pick out distinct notes, butā Ah, there it was. The girl had sussed out that Juliette was a vampire, and perhaps she was not a fan of the species. She wouldnāt fault the girl, there were plenty of reasons for a mortal to dislike a vampire. The fact that the girl would make a tasty snack was probably even the least of it. She tilted her head a fraction, never let that patient smile waiver as the girl spoke.
āPerhaps, but I have to ask a question before I go anywhere.ā She offered, tone just as careful, though a touch more amused than Ariaās might have been.Ā āHow, pray tell, did you know that I was a Regium?ā
It could have been a lucky guess, to the girlās credit. If the girl had, in fact, grown up in Ashbourne, had learned enough about the bloodlines over her time, it would be easy enough to pick out certain traits that set her apart from other bloodlines. A soft chuckle left her, and she waved a hand to brush the question away. If the girl didnāt want to answer, Juliette wouldnāt force it. She just found it rather fascinating.Ā āPerhaps connections to other vampires would be in my best bet. Iāve already got a pretty decent one, if I play my cards right, but tell me, Aria⦠What fun is life if we donāt branch out and get to know more than just people like ourselves?ā
Aria paused, brows lifting at the question. She had... not exactly known the other was a Regium. But thinking about it now, made her lips quirk up in a subtle smile. ā... I didnāt actually,ā she responded honestly, her subtle smile becoming a bit of a cheeky grin.Ā
āWitches get the vague idea. I knew you were a vampire, but... Regium might have been my first guess, anyway... you remind me a bit of one I know already.ā There was definitely something Philippe-y about the woman... Pretty words, face and posture that reminded her of movies with old timey aristocrats. She had that pretentious princess vibe about her - but far be it from Aria to judge too harshly too quickly. Sheād almost made that mistake with Philippe. He turned out to be the most interesting vampire sheād met thus far.
āMmm,ā she considered, humming thoughtfully at the question. It was more a joking moment of thought. Aria was pretty certain of her answer.Ā āSpoken like a true newcomer. You get over it. Once youāve lived here long enough, the species just kinda... blend together. Itās a melting pot of chaos. Lucky for you, Regium are in charge of a... whole ton of it. You should fit in just fine. Juliette, was it? Yeah... Definitely.ā
The girl has a natural gift for leading.Ā

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juliettelikethesunā:
āStrange, you donāt look a day over 24. You age well. That will be a gift for you someday, Iām sure.ā Juliette offered, grin not wavering a bit as she watched the woman. It seemed a bit sad to the vampire that the poor girl had never gotten the chance to see anything outside of this little town. Frustrating, maybe. Juliette was the person that she was because she had gotten the chance to travel, to experience everything that she had never thought she would find when she had been a girl, learning how to walk and talk like a proper lady.
āOui, je viens de France. Unfortunately, I havenāt been back in a while. I grew up in the late nineteenth century, and the last time I stepped foot in France was sometime in the late eighties, when I was feeling a bit nostalgic. But originally, Iām from Lyon. Ireland, though. Beautiful country. Most countries in Western Europe are quite lovely. I never went too far east, canāt speak on those.ā She offered a softer smile to the girl, something between sympathy and a hint of pity.Ā āA local, though. Youāve got quite the advantage around here. You know the lay of the land better than most, I would bet. Know better spots than the obvious to enjoy yourself.ā
Aria knew Latin and enough of high school Spanish to understand the French. She thought it sounded quite nice but this was hardly the place nor the person to let herself get completely blinded by intrigue and curiousity. This was a vampire, as Aria was starting to realize - though sheād never been particularly good at picking out the different species auras. Vampires were bad news. She had enough of those in her life and was trying to cut herself off of any new ones.
Good-looking people who talked to her couldnāt be werewolves, witches or merfolk? Or even human? Was she so unlucky? Aria pursed her lips after the interesting explanation of where Juliette came from turned into the insinuation she wanted advice and possibly even a tour. The witch was stressed enough she could barely afford her groceries that day, she did not want to add tour guide into her list of things-that-were-making-today-hard.
āI do,ā she admitted carefully.Ā āBut- like I said,ā she pursed her lips and subtly shook her head once.Ā āIām not a paid tour guide. Yup, so... Iād go to the Hub to find one of those. It shouldnāt be too hard for a vampire to get a place. There are a lot of your lot in town, especially those that prefer just to help each other out. So after the Hub Iād just stop by wherever the... fancy Regium or whatever lay out all your rules. Get a pamphlet there or whatever they give you as a welcome package and maybe youāll get lucky with connections.āĀ

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āOh my God. Itās you.ā Cecily Fawn was an insufferable woman. At least from what he remembers. Constantine used to watch her, like a hawk, from across the table during those many times she and her daughter had been invited over to his house. Wearing the best clothes she could afford and even then she was still drenched in her own mediocrity . To him, she was could not disguise her paucity for it was vomited from within her, spilling out of her every time she opened her mouth to compliment his family.Ā Once, she told his mother that she wanted Ariana to conduct herself in a sanguine manner. Constantine did not believe she knew what this meant. Ever definition of a word is taken verbatim. Another time she used the word demagogue incorrectly. It made him frown. And now, she was standing there, holding the door open, eyes wide and skin pale. Not as confident as the last time he saw her. When she stood there in court, pointed a finger at him and Celeste and called them degenerates.
Ā āMaybe I come in?ā She swallowed so hard that he could hear it. The lump in her throat. No response. āIām not a vampire Cecily. Iām merely asking out of politeness.āĀ Finally, she pushed past the door to lead him inside and into the living room. The house looked a lot smaller than he remembered. Then again, the Ashbourne itself was smaller than he remembered. āDo you - Do you want some coffee or tea?ā Constantine stood there, eyes traveling across the walls to the pictures that hung there. āWhereās your daughter?ā Cecily gasped, bringing one shaky hand up to try and reach for his arm but stopped half way. Probably realizing it was a bad idea. āPlease Constantine. Donāt hurt her.ā Hurt her? Laughable. It was smart of her to fear him though. She knew about the mark and yet she knew better than to simply dismiss him as a threat. āI have no reason to hurt Ariana. You - on the other handā¦ā He took a step forward and she stood still - frozen. āI had to. Iām sorry. I needed to protect my daughter.ā The necromancer took another step, finally stopping a few inches away from her. Looking down as she shrunk in his presence. āWhere is she?ā
Unlike her mother, Ariana Fawn had made quiet a name for herself. No longer the little girl who followed him and his sister around in awe, trying to learn as much of their tricks as possible. Even behind bars, Constantine managed to follow up on her life. He knew about her uncles tragic demise and her rise to becoming a Ceremonialist. Frankly, he could not believe it had taken her this long. Finger pressed on her doorbell. Was she even home? It was a gamble. One that he won when he heard the sounds of footsteps rushing toward the door and soon the piece of wood was flying open and she was standing there - looking just as he remembered her. Only now, she was stronger, powerful, and far more useful to him. āHello Ariana. You havenāt changed a thing.ā @ariafcwn
Her mind could only spend so long trying to push away thoughts of Atticus Knight and dead Clarice, poisoned by the witchās own hands. Or of Aurelio, crazy murderous uncle out and about town somewhere - hiding and biding his time. The vision of the glassy, dead eyes and foaming mouth of her first witch kill and the happy, laughing face of her young father in Aurelioās dreamscape haunted the back of her mind at every moment. No matter how long she spent concentrating on new magic or her favorite piano pieces, it always came back. She couldnāt talk to Willow, not when her friend was focused on her suspiciously brought back-to-life brother, nor on August - who just gave her different sorts of anxiety. Her new little cousin. What the hell was she suppose to make out of all this new development?
She took her hands off the piano keys in frusteration, just as there came a the ringing of the doorbell.Ā Thank God, she thought to herself as she got up. She was hoping for Malachi or even Philippe. AnyoneĀ at all who could give her something else to concentrate on that wasnāt thoughts about family and dead non-vampire people. When Aria opened the door, she hadnāt been expecting the face that combined all those things together, plus the sinking feeling of imprisonment - both literal and metaphorical.
āCon?ā Aria heard herself say, almost breathless in shock. But her mind was elsewhere - racing with thoughts and questions. He was older. Was it that many years already? He was out? This was real? Why was he here? Did he speak to her bitch mother? Where was his sister? Did he want something? Did this mean anything about their past arrangement? Heād never cared either way about the marriage... so what if he still expected it? The mere thought of that fucked up engagement helped her gather back her wits.
She immediately glanced down at Constantineās hand, unexpected relief washing over her at the sight of the Mark of Salem. One less thing to worry about at least. Aria looked back up at those familiar brown eyes, her own briefly narrowed in suspicion now. āWrong and wrong. I ordered Chinese. Unless you found your post-jail calling in fast food delivery and youāre hiding teriyaki chicken under that designer overcoat... then we have nothing to talk about. What are you doing here Constantine?āĀ
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The further they walked the more strength she seemed to gather as a result of his blood in her system. Still, there was a tiredness in her body that could only be completely removed with either magic or a long rest. Malachi knew that Aria did not believe in anything that came out of his mouth. She took his words into consideration but she was smart enough to know that vampires were fickle creatures. Him, in particular. She made a joke that made him grin right before the annoying bird started to flap its wings over his head. āEven? I was unaware we were keeping score.ā Apparently they were. Hardly necessary since they were supposed to be friends. But what did he know about the meaning behind a friendship?Ā
Ariana was sending him off, clearly under the belief that she was good to walk without his assistance. He was ready to contradict her but he suddenly remembered he wasnāt neither her dad or her babysitter. Now that she had been healed she was perfectly capable to getting home on her own.
Ā āWhat? and risk you pissing someone off between here and your doorstep?ā His time to joke. āHe doesnāt like me much, does he?ā He asked, staring at the crow who was now perched on a street sign. It had good reason, since he almost got her killed once. His eyes darted from the animal to her with a sigh. āGet some rest. Iāll call you in the morning.ā Because he needed her on her best if she was going to help him with the Henryk bullshit. āGood night Aria.ā One swoosh and he was gone.Ā
āItās a joke,ā she said with a subtle roll of her eyes. Give and take and not being one-sided in that aspect was important to her when it came to relationships. She wanted to be able to count on someone in the same or similar ways that they could count on her. But at the point the two of them were at, she could tell he still might have helped her whether or not sheād been of use to him for some time. It was really nice to have that... Not many people made that list.
She didnāt respond when he joked, just rolled her eyes again - though her lips curled up in a bit of a grin. TouchĆ©. Stevros scoffed inside her head at Malachiās words. āCurlyās not asĀ imperceptive as I thought he was,ā he commented, turning his beady black eyes towards Aria. āIāll give him that.ā
The witch smiled in amusement, letting it fade into a small grimace as they said their farewells. The air then displaced with a swoosh and he was gone. Aria looked around at the empty darkness and starting making her way back to the common streets. The bird took off to scout ahead and keep watch - making sure to warn her of any incoming threats in the night. But even soaked in her own blood, her home was close as she wasnāt too far down the damsel road a bit of vampire-blood fueled magic wouldnāt keep her safe at 2am.
Maybe they could smell the fact she was tinted with V. Maybe there were none nearby or none interested in bothering a witch with torn up clothes and a tired, grumpy expression on her face. Whatever the reason, Aria made it home safely and tried not to think of the fact morning would come with news of another Trillium witch dead. She had to at least be grateful it wasnāt two.
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Stomach of a Yara⦠Great. The witch was no stranger to dissections - one that practiced blood magic had to get accustomed to it. But damn the last place Aria wanted to go to in the forest was the particularly thick growth of forest far north and near the lake to grab one of those pesky creatures and take their internal organs for a ritual. Pesky, sometimes, dangerous many other times. She knew they werenāt too bad to deal with if it was one - especially since she had magic.
But that particular area crawled with them, resting on their branches or behind bushes... waiting for their next victim. It was a place all Ashbourne children were taught to stay away from. Some witches inevitably had to venture through if they were in need of much rarer herbs and other advanced potion supplies. Unfortunately, that included Aria. Newcomers loved the place and it wasnāt uncommon to lose people there. She was pretty sure more of the Ashbourne creepy crawlies found their niches in the thick forest near the lake and couldnāt fathom how there were still other people stupid enough to venture that way.
So needless to say, Aria wasnāt very excited to be there that morning, warily looking around her and above her head to scan the trees. A rustle and thump caught her attention and she spun around to see what it was.Ā

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Distantly, August was aware of a ringing in his ears. What had happened? His head was screaming at him through the void and there was a voice, an incessant, nagging voice, one that scraped and scratched at the edge of his psyche. It was strange, familiar, warm without really meaning to be. He remembered the way she used to nurse him back to health, how her words could stir him from the worst tolls of physical exhaustion, when heād spilled blood when he was still too young to even know what it meant, what he was doing, what was coursing through him. The treacheries of the dark, he thought she feared them - but no - she was merely wise enough to know better. When to push, when to pull. Blearily, his eyes blinked open - Lisa? - was a fleeting thought.Ā
August blinked against the strained light of the padded cell, if not for that fact, his back likely would have been broken. āAria?ā He breathed, choked, and then he gasped for air as it came into his lungs again, August looked at Aria, confused for a moment as he registered where they were, what theyād done, and what had happened. His eyes widened as he remembered Aurelio, and his head screamed in response to the exhaustive use of telekinetic magic that he had utilized. From the corner of his eye, he saw Aurelioās twisted face, he smiled from the other side of the doorway, then, the Umbra was gone.Ā
The witch, Clarice. She was dead. August stood and looked at the crumpled heap on the ground, the unnatural way sheād landed when she hit the ground. August wasnāt going to dwell on what had happened there, the woman was a complete loon, it was better this way. At least, from his perspective. He groaned, loudly as he rubbed his head, a little shaky on his feet but he wasnāt done yet,Ā āWe need to get out of here.ā August stated, quite obviously, in fact, an alarm started going off in the distance. Either Aurelio had alerted the guards as heād left, or a shift rotation was about to spell their downfall. He would use the last of his magic to cloak them once again, his voice cut between the incantation as the cousins vanished,Ā ācome on, lets get out of here, we can regroup at my place.āĀ
August opened his familiar eyes and relief coursed through his older cousinās veins, cool and calming at the same time. Waves of it rippled through her body. Aria exhaled shakily, almost smiling if not for everything theyād just gone through and the scare heād just given her.Ā āYou fucking idiot,ā she breathed out, giving him a quick embrace. It was the first one sheād ever given to anyone other than Willow in a long time, and certainly the first time sheād hugged August. It had been pure uncontrolled, urge in her relief.
Sheād completely forgotten about Aurelioās existence until she realized she was hugging the kid a second into it and started letting go. That was when the alarm began to sound and Aria tensed as she looked behind her. Quickly, she registered the dead body on the ground near them. Eyes open, glassy and void of life. Mouth dripping with foam. Poison. Clarice was dead, and Aria had killed her. The truth of that didnāt have time to settle in her stomach. Especially not when she realized their uncle had gotten away. Great...
August spoke and Aria forced herself to focus as she got up and nodded.Ā āLetās take the window by the exit. Itās dark enough. I donāt have my magic for invisibility,ā she explained, helping August up and making sure he could stand.Ā āThereās no time to go downstairs anyway. Stevros will help us to the ground.ā Light as a feather spell would do the trick. Their Familiars together and whatever magic August could muster would have to do.
āCome on,ā she urged, helping her injured cousin out of the room as the alarms rang in all directions. Finding out your closest witch friend is your cousin? Breaking into a psych ward? Escaping out a window off the 3rd floor like fucking James Bond? None of that had been on her bucket list but now it was crossed out.Ā