𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏     ind.  sel.  rp  account  for  Diana  Bishop  from  the  All  Souls  trilogy   /   a  Discovery  of  Witches  series      ❇     Est.  19  Sept  2019 ❇     Bewitched  by  Yara

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“ HEY, MOM, ”  HE STANDS WHERE SHE CAN SEE HIM, one shoulder against the doorframe and a cup of English breakfast in his hand. It’s an easy thing, to walk around the Bishop home unnoticed. The house is a catalogue of memories and with so many people inside, seen and unseen, a few noises here and there hardly make a difference. Though for his father, Marcus muses, that’s probably a nightmare.

“ I come bearing gifts. Well ― one gift. ” He grins and moves closer, in sync with the soothing rhythm of her heartbeat. In truth, he’s there to check up on her.  “ With a splash of milk. ”  @bishopdescendant· // s.c.

     A snarky remark rested on her tongue, but fatigue   𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐁 𝐀 𝐃 𝐄   her from making it heard. Winching Diana tried to turn her head, feeling the pull of the bandage still on her neck. Matthew was not here, the lack of his presence making the room feel eerily cold                                or was it the lack of blood in her system ? Nonetheless, a hint of a   𝐒 𝐌 𝐈 𝐋 𝐄   tugged on the ends of her lips. The house liked how busy it was, and although she would not admit it in front of anyone, so did she.

The shattered soul

Philippe De Clermont, the head of the emininent and all powerful vampire clan, laid in pain and fear. He was shattered as he heard the screaming echoing in his mind. He was shattered. He looked around and saw a figure approach him, he reached out and tried to touch them.

     A promise, she had made it. His letter had   𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐅 𝐔 𝐒 𝐄 𝐃   her, but deep down she knew what she had to do. For her, for Matthew, for Philippe. She had spoken no word of it to Matthew- part of her did not want him to know. Would she meet him there? Perhaps, but a plan had been made. She was a   𝐖 𝐈 𝐓 𝐂 𝐇,   she could easily hide herself, but offer that light in darkness Philippe needed in his last moments of life.

 There was so much more to such long lines, Philip found one thing only for it to be followed up by another. A never ending cycle for the young mix. “That and a few other things.” He admitted, giving a glance to what she was looking at exactly. He pulled things out and attempted to piece things together, in some way of finding a completion to something. “I thought they would be a good read, it’s proving a worthy adversary.” 

   “Well it seems I can’t even keep my familiar entertained so I thought I’d try something out of the box.”

     ❝    Keep him entertained ? Well, how about him keeping   𝐘 𝐎 𝐔   entertained. You are two sides of a coin, after all.   ❞     Did she miss Corra ? Sometimes. Of course, Corra’s powers still resided within her, but even now there were still moments where Diana wondered what the firedrake would do if she still had been with her. Cause havoc-   𝐀 𝐍 𝐍 𝐎 𝐘   Gallowglass, whenever the sweet brute would dare to come and visit them.

  “An accurate accusation.” He teased, a ghost smile on his lips as the glass was pulled away. Making a move to pour another one for the older blonde, he imagined for others parents were far from lax with such indulgences considering the time of day, even being so old himself. Then again she could still protest, Not even 5 yet – hearing a voice in his mind speak up. “Staying keen on the subjects of our kind, I refuse to have another debate with Bex and her photographic memory and not be prepared.” His free hand waved a small finger with the words before Pip grabbed the other glass and held it out.

    “How many people can say we have such a blessed family like ours? It would be a shame to not know the history.” 

     ❝    Oh- there is certainly   𝐄 𝐍 𝐎 𝐔 𝐆 𝐇   to discover about this family.   ❞     Not even she knew everything, and perhaps for the best. For long enough had Matthew kept his secrets from her, but a witches kiss revealed most. It was not just Matthew, however, for he had a whole family behind him, all with different stories                                Diana had long since made   𝐏 𝐄 𝐀 𝐂 𝐄   with the fact she would not find out everything in this lifetime.

     ❝    Are these Philippe’s records ?   ❞     Diana took the glass which was handed to her with a soft smile painted across her lips. She would   𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐆 𝐍 𝐈 𝐒 𝐄   that handwriting everywhere.

                𝙲𝙸𝚁𝙲𝚄𝙼𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃,  and although the two got along well,  it did not take away the fact that the apartment was very  very  small and there was  quite  a number of them inhabiting the space.  There was one bathroom for all of them, and apparently the two had the same idea as hands met, just above the doorknob.

                 A startling nose escaped past Phoebe’s lips, eyes travelled away from the magazine she was reading and a quick smile appeared once she realised what had happened.  Unfortunate  timing indeed.      “      So it appears …      ”       Phoebe chuckled, but took her  loss  without a second thought or hesitation.      “      It’s fine ,  you go first !      ”

     They could have gotten something better- no doubt. She had merely forgotten that         residing in a student area         that was simply impossible. Her place back at Oxford hadn’t exactly been any   𝐁 𝐄 𝐓 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑   than this. It worked, for now, despite the lack of privacy. Not that they had a lot of things to keep hidden from one another. All in all, they weren’t that different.

     Clever, yet   𝐑 𝐈 𝐃 𝐈 𝐂 𝐔 𝐋 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒 𝐋 𝐘   stubborn.