Take me to Church

There was a period of time- over a decade ago- when that thing Lilith was doing with her (not hers) mouth would have a bigger impact on Sarah, she'd leave the room to scream, but today barely a blink. She clenched her jaw then carried on- it should frighten her that she'd become so ... desensitized ... to the horrors of the world, and yet. "Dean is protective of me ... we'll agree on that." Sarah didn't look at the floor as she backed her chair up a few inches, she just did it. " ... I'll tell him the truth about you being trapped the whole time we talked ... that might ... help you a bit ... because I have no idea what the fuck is going on right now and fighting won't clear anything up."

Lilith eyes the other woman for a moment, charcoal eyes under heavy lashes tracking every movement, every tension and frustration. She's impressed, begrudgingly. Initially ascribed this little interrogation as stupidity; now suspected there was actual grit behind it. And a quick mind, evidently. "I've got better things to do than fight you lot." Truthful, a genuine offer in response to Sarah's own honesty, before smile turns unsettling. "Besides, this just means it's my turn to play with Sam."

how long had it been? too long. draco would be lying if he said he hadn’t missed her and after astoria’s passing he found himself dreadfully lonely what with scorpius back at hogwarts for his third year. he’d wanted scorpius to remain home but he’d refused, saying his mother would have wanted him to focus on his studies. no truer words had been spoken. it wasn’t so easy for draco, though he tried to be strong for the both of them.

it made him miss his own mother and with her letter… finding some parchment and a quill, draco scratched out a hasty reply and attached it to the owl’s - selene - leg.

mother,

thank you for your letter. scorpius is well and in his third year at hogwarts. forgive me for saying but i’m glad to hear the divorce is being finalised.

as for myself… a letter won’t do justice for the news i have. if it’s alright with you i should like to visit. would tomorrow be convenient?

love

Sunlight drenches the cottage the next morning. Coastal breeze and warm light a stark contrast to anything the Manor had ever stood for. Even the witch herself is different; brocade robes exchanged for pale linen in the hues of the nearby ocean. Settled on wicker chair, she reads the same sentence for the dozenth time.

“you needn’t hide, lillian. i spotted you a mile away.” being a werewolf had some perks and one of those was long distance sight. perfect for spotting prey, or weyward students. he’d been keeping an eye on her for a number of days and if remus had to put a label on what he was feeling, pride came close.

Tentatively satisfied that she has reached a logical conclusion, Lilian allows herself the spiteful thought that he really has no idea what transpired tonight. And that burst of spite is just sufficient to push through the pain into what she hopes is a reasonably arranged facsimile of comfortable posture.

with winter came the memories ( ... ) some good, some bad. mostly the latter. every year that had risen up and whistled by since ninety-five, the last fallen leaf danced toward the earth a little easier than it's predecessors; not quite as earth-shattering as it touched the ground. the brisk air against warm cheeks, slightly less like a hard slap to the face. the holidays and all the night terrors that unfolded inevitably in their wake had once again faded into the background. leaving those who'd suffered it to lick their wounds until the weather turned .. which alas, it always did.

fool's spring was upon them. the sun had shattered triumphantly through the gloom, and as it emerged, so of course did the bride of spring. WITHOUT HER SHADOW! yet equally pleasant regardless of his absence. the ring of silver serpents that had once adorned one hand unassumingly was now fixed upon her marital finger, announcing their betrothal. suggesting that through irreparable loss, they had found some semblance of private belonging. what else could one truly ask for?

despite the scars of war that now marred her once terribly pretty face, reed was as vivacious sight to behold as she had ever been. halting before the silhouette of @faithwounded hidden behind the daily prophet, ( since her attack, she barely ever read the papers ) .. squinting a little in the light. starting when she was addressed, and immediately thereafter dragging herself back from the precipice of thought. “ not usually .. just wanted to be sure it were really you sitting there before i made a holy show of myself. ” she says aloud, offering an almost sheepish sort of smile before the mixture of emotions that stirred deep within her belly.

narcissa. the shared motherly heart ( ... ) the opposite side of the societal spectrum, eclipsed by lyra's luminescence. cool, composed. emanating status. when was it that she'd seen her last? considering morosely that it might've been on opposite sides of the battle field ──

reed's eyes flicker toward the empty space as it's made, but she murmurs a polite 'may i?' before she sits. impeccable manner. “ hm. something t’ask severus the next time you two chat, miss black, ” ( very formal, yet no less amiable ) “ doubtless he’ll have a far less sentimental response than me, after all. ” a mischievious glint glitters within the grey .. as though they were but two young girls sharing a secret. “ … but i’ll gladly take the credit, since we’re without him for the moment. ”

Two taps of a singular finger on the table has a larger teapot and an extra cup placed on the table, all without so much as a word or glance from the dark-haired witch. Instead takes the opportunity to conceal a far more genuine smile behind an unnecessary review of her lipstick in compact mirror. The other woman's navigation through social graces remind her of a ballet dancer in wellingtons - an element of natural elegance, hampered by the wrong equipment. Observation brings Narcissa a discrete sort of pleasure. It might be delight in private quarters; in such a public forum it was a measured, but irrefutable, declaration of favour.

"Take the credit where you may; there's little enough of it for us women to share around. And if Severus continues to foolishly withhold his sentimentality, I may be inclined to remind him of the hobby I had as a girl of creating new hexes." Flash of vulnerability in bitterness, indication of true friendship, glided over with crafted humour. "Actually, if he ever displeases you, tell him I'll be teaching you the chapped and chafing hex I developed when he was in first year to deal with little boys who fancied themselves men."

Lyra's question slides along her veins, envelops her spine in ice. Posture, already immaculate, becomes carved. These are the other woman's wellingtons - a personal question asked on stage. Little concern, a situation Narcissa has navigated since before she could walk. Cerulean gaze wanders the square, landing heavily on poorly disguised reporters and even more poorly disguised social climbers. Blue becomes a blade, slicing through the crowd until it disintegrates.

"I am far less encumbered than I was some hours ago - indeed, I think I have lost close to 200 pounds." Eyes glimmer like crystals caught in sunlight, no less beautiful for their hardness. "I even feel as though I can breathe better, as though a hand has been taken from my mouth. It is remarkable what a reduced burden can do for your health and happiness." Layered answer, truth refracted in glittering performance.

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .

who . . .

“ Who are you? ”

“ Who do you serve? ”

“ Who taught you that? ”

“ Who’s really in control here? ”

“ Who are you running from? ”

“ Who did this to you? ”

“ Who’s coming for us? ”

“ Who do you think I am? ”

“ Who else knows about this? ”

“ Who are you trying to protect? ”

what . . .

“ What are you? ”

“ What do you want from me? ”

“ What are you hiding? ”

“ What were you planning to do? ”

“ What just happened? ”

“ What did you see back there? ”

“ What did you promise them? ”

“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”

“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”

“ What happens after the portal closes? ”

where . . .

“ Where did you come from? ”

“ Where are we? ”

“ Where are you going? ”

“ Where were you when it happened? ”

“ Where does this path lead? ”

“ Where did you get that scar? ”

“ Where is everyone else? ”

“ Where should I stand? ”

“ Where did you put the body? ”

“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”

when . . .

“ When did this start? ”

“ When were you going to tell me? ”

“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”

“ When do we leave? ”

“ When did you stop trusting me? ”

“ When does this end? ”

“ When did you realise the truth? ”

“ When do things go wrong? ”

“ When did you choose this path? ”

“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”

how . . .

“ How long have you been watching me? ”

“ How did you survive? ”

“ How much do you remember? ”

“ How are you this calm right now? ”

“ How bad is it? ”

“ How did you know my name? ”

“ How far are you willing to go? ”

“ How many lies have you told me? ”

“ How do you live with this? ”

“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”

are . . .

“ Are you human? ”

“ Are you okay? ”

“ Are you lying to me right now? ”

“ Are you scared? ”

“ Are you tired? ”

“ Are you hiding something? ”

“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”

“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”

“ Are you always this dramatic? ”

“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”

do . . .

“ Do you trust me? ”

“ Do you remember your name? ”

“ Do you remember me? ”

“ Do you miss them? ”

“ Do you always talk this much? ”

“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”

“ Do you ever sleep? ”

“ Do you want me to stay? ”

“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”

“ Do you believe in fate? ”

have . . .

“ Have you eaten yet? ”

“ Have we met before? ”

“ Have you been here long? ”

“ Have you done this before? ”

“ Have you ever killed someone? ”

“ Have you been lying to me? ”

“ Have you lost anyone? ”

“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”

“ Have you always been like this? ”

“ Have you already chosen a side? ”

is . . .

“ Is this place real? ”

“ Is something bothering you? ”

“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”

“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”

“ Is this your way of flirting? ”

“ Is someone watching us? ”

“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”

“ Is there a way out? ”

“ Is this what you wanted? ”

“ Is it too late to turn back? ”

can . . .

“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”

“ Can you hear that? ”

“ Can I trust you? ”

“ Can you keep a secret? ”

“ Can we slow down? ”

“ Can you help me bury a body? ”

“ Can you look at me? ”

“ Can we talk about what happened? ”

“ Can you stop pretending? ”

“ Can you promise me something? ”

will . . .

“ Will you stay with me? ”

“ Will you tell me the truth? ”

“ Will this ever end? ”

“ Will you protect me? ”

“ Will they come back for us? ”

“ Will you remember me? ”

“ Will you choose a side? ”

“ Will you regret this? ”

“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”

“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”

should . . .

“ Should I be worried? ”

“ Should we be running? ”

“ Should I follow you? ”

“ Should I be afraid of you? ”

“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”

“ Should I stay or go? ”

“ Should I believe you? ”

“ Should I be honest with you? ”

“ Should we trust them? ”

“ Should I have come here? ”

would . . .

“ Would you do it again? ”

“ Would you lie to protect me? ”

“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”

“ Would you really let me die? ”

“ Would you have saved them instead? ”

“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”

“ Would you leave if I asked? ”

“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”

“ Would you forgive me? ”

“ Would you choose me this time? ”

could . . .

“ Could you survive without me? ”

“ Could this world exist without you? ”

“ Could this get any worse? ”

“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”

“ Could you be wrong? ”

“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”

“ Could you forgive them? ”

“ Could this be a trap? ”

“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”

&&&. online! will be basically all day. quite keen to get a few more threads going.

current strong muses: eris, keir and willow

the holiness of the damned ;;; the one who fell

Role and Appearance in Heaven: before there was lilith, there was lailah. the only distinctly feminine angel in scripture, she was an angel of the night, and of conception/childbirth. before even humans were a thought in the Creator’s mind, she raised the fledglings. due to her femininity, her grace felt a little different. her wings were also representative of her role. she had two sets, both pale mauve/grey in colour, but beyond that very different. the top set are larger and almost rigid, she uses this set for flight, but also as protection. they shine almost metallic, and are nearly as hard as those on the warrior angels. the other set are smaller and downy, they are extremely vulnerable, but usually concealed by the other set. these are used in the raising of fledglings, they are the comfort for the young ones. beyond that, she has no real physical features in heaven, angels are grace beings, beyond physical comprehension.