que sera sera

Rosalie marched out of the restaurant, looking extremely pressed. Not that it was the witch’s fault she didn’t know anything about soul bonds, but for fuck’s sake, some witch must know. It’s like they all skipped that one witch class about bonds because they can’t be bloody bothered. She had just been walking down the streets in a hurry when she bumped into someone.

“Right. We don’t care, especially as shit’s gone down in this bloody city.” Rosalie snapped back haughtily. But her anger gently receded when she saw the damage she’d done to the woman’s sunglasses. “At least let me buy you a new pair. We can get you one more expensive than that.”

Rhea arched an eyebrow at the woman once she offered to buy her a new pair of sunglasses,”More expensive?” The words felt disgusting on her tongue and confusion flooded her face. “I don’t know if you can buy ones more expensive than these..” Rhea chuckled softly under her breath. She’d owned these sunglasses for as long as she could remember -- the first pair that actually withheld her carelessness. 

“It’s just a pair of sunglasses.” She commented genuinely. “I think I’ll live, but you seem to have your pants in a knot.” Rhea referenced the woman’s frazzled demeanor, shoving her sunglasses back into her hair. 

Rhea took a deep breath has she put one foot in front of the other, taking her time walking down the cobbled streets of Rome. She slid her sunglasses back into her hair and shoved her hands into her pockets, taking a second to take her surroundings in. This was it. 

“Do you mind?” Rhea snapped as a body shoulder checked her. It wasn’t like she had been in the way and there were plenty of space to go around. “Shit happens and you all just don’t care anymore.” Rhea huffed under her breath, bending to pick up the sunglasses that slipped off her head. “Dammit..” She growled, examining the large crack that made itself prominent in the middle of her lenses. 

i should be coming off hiatus this Tuesday after work.

in the meantime, if anyone would like a starter with rhea or want to just maybe through some ideas around, lemme know & i’ll throw a message your way.

      “i can’t believe this shit’s really happening,” the dragon spoke, voice far more observant than critical as she stared at the colosseum looming over the crowd. the guests were being ushered in as if to enjoy a gladiator fight - a thing nethyra was familiar with, given her age. “and here, of all places. because cramming enemies into an arena is such a good fucking idea.” 

@bloodwedstuff·

Modern day weddings always amused the shapeshifter. She remembered how simple they were back in the day but seemed to mean so much more intimate and genuine. Rhea was shuffling through the small spouts of people when she overheard thoughts of a lady she couldn’t disagree with. She left out a snicker and replied,”I find it amusing. I want to see how long it takes to start even the smallest of disagreements. Maybe even pop some popcorn, sit back, and enjoy this crazy idea crumble underneath their feet!” Rhea shrugged when she was able to identify a face to the voice. 

I apologize dearly for my spotty activity. With this whole pandemic, our city has been chaotic and it’s beginning to reflect in my workplace and at home. 

I’m hoping to be more active and have a bit more creativity. I’ll probably start replying to event starters quite soon and drop one of my own. 

Brazenness always worked; Rowanfound. The best way to get what one wanted was to ask for it. And at least a surprisedstranger was more fun than a contrary one.

“Rowan’ll do just fine,” theywere nowhere near the point of pet names, he felt. “And what should I call you?”there were plenty of reasons for people to get drunk, but most of them could stillbe boiled down to distraction. She probably needed one just as much as him, evenif she might have other reasons. “What do you say we get out of here? In searchof better alcohol, or more interesting pastimes?” he was itching to be out in thenight air. Itching to get out of the city, actually, even if the world outsidewas in shambles. At least it was grander than the city. At least he could be himselfout there.  

“Rowan.” Rhea noted quickly after the name left his lips. The name had a nice to ring to it and Rhea didn’t mind how it felt on her tongue. Nowadays names just got more ridiculous with the time passing and she would never catch up. It only made sense to her for her parents to name her after one of the Greek Titaness.

“You can call me Rhea,” She added to his question, her face softening.”And that sounds like a delight.” An adventure, no matter how simple or complex it would be, always intrigued Rhea. Strangers were a bonus. 

“How long you been in this shit?” Her question was followed by a healthy tip for the bartender before shoving her wallet into her back pocket. Rhea had been told several times to not do such but if someone was brave enough to stick their hand in her pants pocket, then it must be worth it. 

Rhea shrugged her cropped jacket on and kindly shoved the stool back underneath the bar. 

He could tell she wasn’t trying to offend him outright and he’d have laughed if it wasn’t for that ‘sir’ falling so quickly from her lips. “It already has,” he let out a long-suffering sigh, deciding against pointing out more clearly that those things she’d enumerated sounded horribly dull to him. But then again, he’d never really found that being good alone was a particular virtue – though maybe that was because he didn’t think any behavior was, at its core, virtuous. “Not for conversation then,” he declared brashly. “There’s things we could do where there’s no need for conversation. Or drinking subpar alcohol,” he could tell she didn’t like what she’d been served, after all. “Just drop the ‘sir’ and I’m sure we could find something we’d both find entertaining.”

She was stopped mid-drink at his courageous yet passive suggestions.  He could mean a million things, though. A night out knocking over trash cans? The man didn’t seem that simple. A physical release, perhaps? Rhea entertained herself just thinking of all the fun chaos that could end her night just right. 

“Hmph..” Rhea huffed, finally taking a deep drink of whiskey to finish it off. “Then what do they call you?” She asked, turning her full gaze to the man sitting next to her. “I’m afraid I’m horrible at pet names so make sure it’s a good one..” Rhea remarked, rolling her eyes playfully. It was almost a first to hear a man tell her not to don him with the name, sir. But she would be respectful at least for now. 

Rhea could feel the buzz behind her eyes from the previous drinks she had enjoyed before arriving at the bar. Damn, all she wanted to do was sink her claws into the ground and run. 

“My tribe...” Rhea answers without hesitation. She sits and idly blinks at you. For a moment you see the woman actually become vulnerable. “I miss them.” Her eyebrows furrow and she is forced to look up into the sky to prevent any tears that might slip down her cheek.  “Isn’t it funny how we become so attached to individuals? It’s not fair, I say. Because one day they will disappear no matter how hard you try to hold onto them. I’m starting to lose sight of what their faces looked like.” Rhea scoffs at her last remark, a sign of disgust in herself emerges. 

“If they were still with me to this day, I would not be in Rome. I would not be forced to become someone’s partner. “ She begins to spat, trying her hardest not to become angry at the system. 

“Que sera sera, right?” Rhea chuckles as if nothing had happened. Her demeanor becomes playful again and her eyes are full of light. 

“But enough of that..”

Damon felt familiar and it made Rhea’s stomach feel uneasy at times. “You uhm.. You uh got a lil something...” Her fingers found his cheek and softly brushed the fallen eyelash from his skin. “I hope you didn’t want to make a wish.” She snickered, trying to erase the awkward tension that was growing in her bones. Touching someone was easy. Touching someone who, in some sort of way, scared you was a risk. Her eyes lingered momentarily at his cheek before dropping and brushing her hands off on her pants,”Ew, boy germs.” Rhea smirked, flashing a quick look at Damon. 

~ Flashback ~

triggers // blood, gore, violence, spitting, cursing