venefica

    SHE HAS SOMEHOW SHAKEN HIS VERY FOUNDATIONS, managed to get under his skin in such a way that the fathomless darkness within him is now pinpricked with spots of her enduring light. Their journey for those elusive answers will hopefully come to an end that benefits them all, though there remain grave, evil forces at play that he cannot allow near her. His overwhelming instinct to protect his beloved is stronger even than those unhinged urges of frenzy and bloodlust. His self-hatred is strong, knowing he conceals the truth of his condition from her, considering it to be the only thing holding him back from uniting with her, body and soul.

    Before him is a headstrong, good woman who can never fault him for something he cannot control, and yet, he finds himself at a loss. She still has so much to learn about his kind: they are forbidden lovers from two separate species, their lives threatened by the very law set during the crusades, long before Diana’s time and based upon a fundamental misunderstanding. Modern science will prove their theories: that the intermingling of species will not bring about their destruction, but their rebirth into a new age where creatures may no longer face extinction.

    Her fingertips carefully slip from his mouth, momentarily soothed. With little gestures he assures her of a love everlasting. She is no longer in danger primarily with the breaking of the covenant: Matthew is convinced that the danger Diana faces now concerns Ashmole 782. The congregation lies not within his area of expertise, but Baldwin’s. Though his trust in his brother is oft tentative at best, he knows Baldwin to align with the family’s best interests. It is important to therefore think tactically and keep himself and Diana on Baldwin’s good side. He would never fear his older brother, but only a fool would ignore the influence Baldwin has upon creature affairs and politics.

    “ Come, Diana, we must continue on. ” He holds the passenger side door open for her, narrowing his eyes at the setting sun.

    He was nothing like she had ever been told about. The mystery of his past, tempting her to keep digging like she would normally do in her studies. It was different a bit this time, their lives were on the line and they had to get answers. She was going to learn how to control her magic, and she wasn’t going to let anyone hurt them. She also wanted to explore the bond that she’s forming with Matthew. How could one person take everything that she’s ever known and flipped it completely upside down? She knows he is still holding himself back from her, and she doesn’t want him to hate himself anymore.

      Matthew was a brilliant man, already in such a short time, he’s shown her everything she’s been missing, what she’s denied herself with her own abilities. She doesn’t understand why anyone would listen and follow with a “rule” that was made back before research and knowledge became readily available. She just knows that they weren’t going to destroy anything just because she’s a witch and he’s a vampire. They would find a way to save all the species.

      Her fingers felt as if she hadn’t burned them, shivering gently as her eyes stayed locked onto his, feeling his affection and love in the little action. He believed that Ashmole 782 was completely tied to her. How? They still needed to get that answer as well. She knew that between talking to Matthew’s brother, she had to find a way to connect with her parents. Why else would she be seeing her father who died when she was a child? The car accident was heavy in her mind, but she knew that she had to do her best to not have his family reject him, she already knew that being a witch was already going to be a sore spot.

“What do you think you’ll find out if you read my blood?” There were a lot of questions she could ask the other woman, but she felt this was the easiest one to go with. If it could help solve the mysteries that they both were searching for, then she would do whatever it took. She hoped that it was enough blood that could be used, she doubts that they were going to drain her completely.

    Only for a moment had he been parted from his witch, paying the diner clerk and observing the somewhat kitsch interior as his purchase was processed. With his companion needing some fresh air, he’d asked Diana not to go far and could scent her standing by the car. His concern for her would never wane knowing the predicament they were in and the lack of understanding she felt with regard to her past, memories muddled and fragmented. The knowledge of being spellbound, that too be her own parents, had certainly shifted Diana’s outlook on her future and what lay in wait for them. Now more than ever his support was required, and he was prepared to face whatever necessary in order to ensure her safety.

    Her safety, and perhaps the safety entire of the world of creatures. It had all started with the Book of Life, and now it went well beyond into a realm he is continuously discovering. Matthew knows how his family feels regarding the situation, and while his maman had come around to his relationship with Diana, his brother felt differently. Baldwin neither cared for their mating nor condoned it, but his approval was not something Matthew cared for in return. His loyalty remains with his family regardless of his choice of romantic entanglement.

    Exiting the diner, he rids himself of his strained expression as he approaches, though his eyes continue to proffer his concern. The exhale of hurt wrought of the scalding tea removes him from his thoughts, and he gently takes her burnt fingertips in his own. “ You must be more careful. ” He murmurs. Is her pain not his? And promptly, he soothes her, taking her fingers into his mouth and laving them with his tongue. Once, she’d told him the way he looked at her caused ice to form under her skin. Was it now, one and the same?

   She wouldn’t have ran, despite her earlier actions whenever she learned terrible news. She promised to not go far from Matthew and she was always one that kept her promises. She had to pull her thoughts out of her mind. She would get answers to her questions and there was no point in continuing to question it constantly. She can feel Matthew’s concern for her, laying over her like a warm blanket. He cared for her well-being, a great deal more than she has been worried about herself in recent days. If she can’t fully control her magic, she didn’t stand a chance against everyone that would be coming for them. She knew the bare basics of magic, but she needed to learn so much in such a short amount of time.

   This was so much bigger than just herself and her magic. It was the fate of all the different beings she’s starting to learn and meet. What she once couldn’t sense as a child was slowly coming to her now. She has to make this work for those who did come around to her and Matthew’s relationship, but to prove to those who would reject and kill them that they have nothing to be ashamed for. Diana wanted to please everyone, but also follow her own heart.

Spellbound. Spellbound. That only happened to the worst types of witches, the ones who used their powers for their own gain. Or the ones that hurt others indiscriminately, those who other witches would whisper were mad. Was she one of these kinds of witches? No, she was just a child, if Matthew and his mother were correct. She would have been spellbound from an early age and if it wasn’t her aunt’s, then the only ones who could have were her parents. She doesn’t understand why, it made no sense to her. She’s grasping at bits and pieces of information to tie together anything that could give her meaning. She’s fairly certain that this had something to do with Peter Knox, his stench seemed to follow him wherever they went. 

Her aunts knew she was on the way, but her disappointment and anger were bubbling up at the surface, making her heart beat faster than normal. They had stopped at a small diner, close to Madison where she was waiting by Matthew’s car. She took a sip of her tea, leg shaking as she thought everything over. Spellbound witches were meant to lose their powers entirely, never to regain them. She never lost hers, just like when Satu tried to open her up, she failed. What was she?

Diana was barely focusing as she felt her mind rushing, the different emotions were bringing a panic in her lungs, constricting and tightening, forcing her to grip the paper cup in her a little bit too tight. She’s unable to stop the tea from rising up and burning the tips of her fingers, letting out a soft sound at the pain, only making her thoughts darken further.

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. sweet and green. like the spring. ( visage )

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. nothing is worthless to an enquiring mind. ( verse )

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. magic is desire made real. ( aesthetic )

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. melodies. ( music )

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. memorandum. ( asks )

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. and happiness is always louder than sadness. ( quotes )  

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. the rush that comes with your embrace. ( desires )

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. you can’t skip the bad parts of a story. you have to face them. ( musings )

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. in the center of my soul a rusty chain began to unwind. ( ingenuity )

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. beware the witch with the blood of the lion. ( headcanon )

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. between sunset and moonrise. ( matthew )

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. the warrior and the carer. ( sarah & emily )

𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙄𝘼. diana & matthew: from this moment we will always be one.