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“There’s a baseline where we’re all marginally human-esque. Or at least learned to seem human, be passable about it. Or share some original connection, makes it all a little ridiculous that anyone human or otherwise wants to claim there’s that much difference.” He didn’t know from personal experience how humans became things they weren’t originally, chance or some genetic slide of genes to one side or another, but the baseline still remained. Even werewolves, once upon a time, came from at least marginally human origins.

“Why do I see that idea crashing and burning outstandingly with some people? The ones who will lock someone in a closet, specifically.” He supposed it could have been worse, he didn’t really have any reason to be wary of his supposed counterpart. As entertaining as someone that would constantly make life miserable all the time would be it had to get old quickly. Wouldn’t last out the first day without the potential for a lifetime of therapy.

“I consider most people terrifying until proven otherwise,” he replied solemnly, “And you just have the stab someone in the face look. It’s a compliment.” Should have been a compliment, the world as a whole was an unreasonably angry place anymore and that made it passable as a favorable observation.

“I don’t dislike him.” The situation, entirely, but the person involved? He couldn’t say he had any real issues with Basil. “He’s got this resting..I don’t know, resting apprehensive face like he’s waiting for someone to throw something at him and that’s a little concerning.” No, he didn’t want to think about it excessively, the subject of Basil overall, because it was complicated. “Not that I plan to throw things at him, well, marshmallows don’t count as I was under intense undue emotional stress at the time.”

Quinn paused, the realization that the conversation was twisting itself towards his favorite subject, himself and the happenings of his life, and that really wasn’t a good road to travel in the company of strangers. Self indulgent creature that he was, it was tempting, but best to leave his personal life as a sidebar.

Good thing he had that entire commentary about emotional torture of one’s enemies to steer him back in track. Wasn’t that delightful?

“I was going to retract my opinion of face-stabbing but now, no, I don’t think I will.” He regarded her with another quick once-over, making a mental note or two. “Remind me not to annoy you too much, I’m already too psychologically wasted to play that game.” He looked bemused, or something along the lines of it, by the entire situation.

--- Luna shrugged, “humans are fickle. They don’t seem to even like humans who are different.” Although she’d never wanted to be a vampire, a part of her was glad she wasn’t human anymore. “But you’re right. We aren’t so different.” She’d let herself forget her humanity when she’d turned, but she still didn’t see much difference between a human and a vampire. One just needed a little extra to do as much damage as the other.

  “I’m not excusing it, but wouldn’t they still do it if there wasn’t a soul bond?” Luna asked. She couldn’t imagine just locking someone away. Spending some time protecting them while figuring a way out wasn’t that much of an inconvenience.

  “Hmm, seems like a good policy,” Luna chuckled. “Thank you.” Usually that sort of comment, when it was about her, was from her family scolding her for doing something they thought would scare the kids. She wasn’t necessarily trying to be particularly scary, but she wasn’t exactly the most inviting person either.

  “Better than hating him, right?” She offered. “Intense undue emotional distress sounds pretty accurate. Perhaps you’ll just have to convince him that marshmallows are the only thing getting thrown...” she couldn’t help but laugh.

  She may have been better behaved the past century or so, but the first half of her life, she’d held little care for the lives of anyone around her. And even if she’d behaved during the times she’d spent around her family, she’d still never fully let go of the early centuries of her life.

  “I want to claim that I’m not that easily pissed off.” But there had never been much of an in-between for her, with emotions. Either everything was over-controlled, or she was chaotic. “But that would be a lie.” Luna shrugged, smiling sweetly. “I might be a little bit petty.” But with everything else going on, she didn’t think she’d be likely to focus any anger on anyone but silas and the council.

 “Like the universe would actually give us what we asked for.” Charlotte teased with a small laugh, pulling out the jug of maroon liquid she moved about the automatic motions listening to Luna. “Oh great, you know… Fiancee is essentially avoiding me, don’t think she likes the whole idea of marrying in general but I guess we all accepted it as the price to be here.” Admitting almost too easily, Charlotte slipped the liquid back into the fridge and walked towards the table with two glasses. “I don’t have any clue how my brother got so lucky with you guys.” 

--- “Maybe not, but I can still wish it would,” Luna shrugged. She frowned, “who’s your fiancée? I mean, I absolutely get the whole not wanting to get married thing... I’ve barely even been in any relationships. And I don’t exactly feel particularly chipper about the soul bond.” She snorted, shaking her head, “I think I’ve been more awkward than anything else, so I’m not sure they feel that way about me. I’m lucky to have been paired with them, though.”  

“Okay, fragile, maybe.” But the words were accented by a sweep of one hand and a tip of his chin, “I’m still pretty certain they’ve still got one up on all of us though if they’re what the monsters are afraid of."After all, wasn’t that why the outside world had gone all to hell? Humans weren’t so very different, nor were they innately good anymore than any of the races crawling through the dust of what the world had become.

"So now everybody just gets to play the waiting game to see which person they pissed off will get to whoever has that ring on their finger that matches?” He failed to see the grand plan behind it all, but mostly because he wasn’t too willing to trust good intentions that came from people who set themselves up like overlords of their little supposed utopia. “Personally, I’m the hazard in my situation and it doesn’t settle well.” 

And, as usual, once set upon a tangent he was like a dog gnawing at it. “I doubt that bothers you because you’re mildly terrifying and probably could stab someone in the face.” Just an observation of course, since she was a total stranger. “But the guy I’m supposed to marry is,” several adjectives came to mind like quiet, reserved, downright cheerful and harmless but he picked the one that lingered and his hand flipped up again in emphasis, “adorable. People that don’t like me? They’re not nice.” 

His lack of desire to destroy anyone else by simply their bad luck in drawing that card from the deck was overwhelming. That didn’t even count the sheer mental exhaustion he was bound to inflict upon his hapless spouse-to-be without even meaning to. It was a first rate mess turned into an all out disaster with those daunting additional stipulations.

Ah, but enough about his ranting, that attention swung back to her instead. "Well that’s optimistic, I was hopeful for some delusion of safety and calm before it all blew up.”

--- Luna nodded. She may have spent the first half of her life causing more death and destruction to humans, but she’d spent plenty of time in her more recent years protecting them. She shrugged, “People don’t like things that are different from them. They’re wary of us because we’re different, other, and so many of the supernaturals have a bit of a violent reputation. All I was every really afraid of was being caught. Now, though, I don’t think I have much to worry about unless I come across one who somehow manages to get a stake in me faster than I can get away,” she chuckled. “Although, they’re certainly just as capable at causing violence and destruction as the rest of us.” 

   “I suppose we’ll have to protect each other until someone finds a way to reverse it,” Luna sighed. She was sure that throughout the years, both of her spouses were likely to have at least a few enemies. She couldn’t imagine living this long and not. Luna had her own share, although she doubted they’d go after Rosalie or Rowan. No need to piss off the Seelie royalty by killing their eldest, and she’d always found dragons to be rather terrifying, although they also fascinated her. If she hadn’t been so anxious about everything, she might have peppered Rowan with all the questions she’d never asked Nethyra.

   Luna listened to Quinn, grinning, “you really think I’m terrifying?” Although, she probably would stab someone in the face if it suited her to do so. She nodded as Quinn continued. She supposed she’d be more concerned if she thought she had to worry about Rowan and Rosalie’s safety. “Do you like him, though?” She asked. “Maybe by the time you’re married, we’ll have found a way to reverse the bond.”

   “If I were the one plotting revenge on someone, I’d go after the people they love, not them. But I’d go for the people who they’ll outlive, watch them suffer, rather than allowing them the mercy of not living long without them.” Luna really didn’t expect her enemies to go after Rowan and Rosalie. They wouldn’t succeed, most likely, anyways. And if they were alive to be angry with Luna, it meant she had gone after their friend or family, not them, usually. But she didn’t want her spouses to have to deal with anyone who decided to reappear from her past, either.

   Luna offered a wry smile, “i’m always here when you need an optimistic point of view,” she joked.

“Oh, violent streaks are nothing to be ashamed of… unless you’re the type for more remorse than anything.” Rosalie threaded lightly. She had to remind herself that not everyone was particularly as hungry with power as she was. “Though I suppose some pasts we simply can’t hide.”

“It’d be a shame to be anything else,” Rosalie replied with a wink. She nodded, and while listening, she caught a human look at them both like they were mad. They scurried off as soon as she caught their eye. Must have been terrified by the topic of blood in some way. Oh well. “That’s fair. But you won’t have to worry. I’ve been in the world of fashion long enough to know how to get rid of the awful stains.” she supplied, finally pausing to examine her plate. It was close to toppling, the whole pile of it. “Oh? Do you mind if I ask why your father couldn’t come? Me and my father don’t get along very well, but he had reluctant decency to show up. Apparently, I should be grateful or something.”

--- “I’m not ashamed of what I’ve done.” At least, she wasn’t ashamed of most of it. She’d compromised for her family, kept her violent streaks to the years she wasn’t with them. “My family just prefer peace,” Luna shrugged. Although, she’d seen the destruction they could cause, if they chose. “Violence is always a last resort for them.”

“Humans aren’t helpless,” Quinn countered with very little concern over how unpopular the opinion might be, “They certainly have everyone here paranoid enough to go through all of this.” Underestimating that was likely a dangerous road, but for his part he was practically indifferent to the comparisons between the supernatural and humanity. He had spent more than enough time around both to see they weren’t different.

“Still, you have to give them credit for springing that little detail on people after they were stuck with it.” There was something darkly ingenious to it, oh yes, “I don’t see why they waited for that and still told everyone right after. Are they counting on people being desperate enough to go through with it anyway?”

Of course they were, most people lived in fear of the monsters in the world even if they were the monsters themselves. He would have found it hilarious if not for that itch at the back of his mind that was a reminder his number was going to be up at some point as well. The humor to it went a little flat at that point but he just hadn’t found the right way around those rules, yet.

“I’m pretty sure this version of peace has already played out a few times in history and it didn’t go so great then either.” Quinn’s brow furrowed at the prospects of trading freedom for safety. He didn’t have anyone to depend on him anymore, maybe that was more of a positive than it had felt like before because, personally, he didn’t do so well with leashes.

--- “No, they’re just fragile,” Luna replied. Although, she didn’t hold quite as much contempt for humans as she claimed. After all, she had wanted to stay one. But she’d also spent years hurting them for fun, so she wasn’t sure she really could say she cared much for them. But she could see the similarities. 

   “I think they told us not because they’re counting on that --- although I’m sure they are --- but mainly because some of us are willing to kill our spouses after marrying them, claim it as an accident or pin the blame on someone else,” Luna spoke. “Enough people want the safety but not the rules.”

   “There are certainly people who are desperate enough, whether it’s because they’re tired of fighting, or because they aren’t strong enough to make it on their own outside the city.” She couldn’t say if she’d had left. She wasn’t worried about her safety. She’d make it on her own, just like she had her whole life. And if she died, well, she died. But now she didn’t think she’d be able to, unless she could severe the bond or leave and pretend it didn’t exist.

   “Peace never lasts. The treaties go up and then they come down much easier,” she sighed. She couldn’t decide if her family would need her to stay for them or not. Surely, they were safe enough for now, and could protect themselves, if the need arose. There were few enough left that they could more easily remain hidden, if they had to, or they could align with other witches. “They’ve really succeeded in gaandu yethi--- pissing off a lot of people, now. some of them might actually leave.”

rowan

Rowan had flown the whole night, ditching the festivities to his own wedding because Silas and his mandatory attendance bullshit could go fuck themselves, really. Well, that, and the fact that had he been forced in closed confines with the bastard, he’d have killed him on sight.

And in all honesty, his little tantrum hadn’t helped much with the wildfire of fury inside him. But it did put his rage on a simmer, gave him a little more time to devise the most creatively painful ways a werewolf could die in and Rowan was still very much determined to kill the damned mutt as he walked back home from the outskirts of the town.

It was a relief neither Rosalie, nor Luna were in sight when he walked through the door, though any hopes that they’d absconded were quickly pushed aside as unfair. It wasn’t their fault, not this, at least, and Rowan needed to focus on the real enemy. He sneaked into his bedroom to change out of his stupid suit and have a shower, before braving the shitstorm this new development had made out of his life. 

He could add to the list now, along with everything else, him fucking off minutes after they were married, as what was wrong with their relationship. Not that there was much of that going around, but the odds of any flourishing were dwindling rapidly.

Maybe he should apologize.

Or maybe he should tell them to get the fuck out of his house.

It wouldn’t break the soul bond, but at least he wouldn’t have them around as constant reminders. And besides, his ring wasn’t on a trigger finger, he could quite comfortably do without one out of ten.  

“I’m making breakfast,” he announced, as his eyes fell on Rosalie and then Luna, standing at the terrace door. “Omelet. Anything in particular you like on yours?” the question was directed more towards the one who needed to eat.  

Luna’s softly-spoken statement grated on his already overwrought nerves. She seemed more uncertain and awkward than fire-spitting angry, and Rowan didn’t know what to do with that.

What was worse, was that her doubt seemed to be rubbing off on him, as well. There was a part of Rowan that wanted to reassure her and sure, it could be argued that it would be obvious even to him that being an asshole about this whole situation wouldn’t help one jot, or maybe it was that stupid, fucking soul bond messing with his mind and policing his behavior.

They needed to find out everything they could about soul bonds before he went insane. And in the meantime, the way to keep himself on the razor sharp edge of control was by keeping himself busy as he stomped around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients and pans, starting the coffee, and turning on the oven. “Do any of us even know anything about soul bonds, other than what those dipshits said? Because I can fucking guarantee it’s not the whole story.”

Rosalie wasn’t quite sure how to feel about the response Luna and Rowan showed post-wedding. On any normal circumstance, a honeymoon should have been in order, but that was just naivety at best when it came to betrothals like this. She of course shared Rowan’s repulsion, but Rosalie had better control, oddly enough. A part of her wasn’t sure if she should be offended or just see this as something that wasn’t entirely personal.

Staying at Rowan’s place after the whole ceremony felt even more… not exactly restricting, but she was suddenly feeling very bad about dragging her mattress over to his living room. Rosalie woke up with Luna gone from the couch. Without much ceremony, she folded the mattress up and set it neatly to the side. A bath. She needed a bloody rose bath. But maybe tonight, or after, or somewhere else. A cold shower was more in order.

When Rosalie had gotten out of the shower, clad back in her silk nightgown and her wet hair pulled up by a towel to dry, she found that both of her spouses were wide awake. Oh, dear. Rosalie nodded in agreement to Luna… not even quite sure how to begin with the whole thing.

“Well-done on mine, please,” Rosalie replied to Rowan, unfazed by his agitation. It was not to simply show she didn’t care, but someone had to keep it together even though internally, she was losing her bloody mind. Her hands itched to help with breakfast, but she didn’t want to agitate him any further. Instead, she crossed towards the living room and sat on the couch Luna had occupied not too long ago.

Rosalie unwrapped the towel off her head, manually drying it off as she thought through what Rowan was asking. “Not that I know of. Your mum is my best contact when it comes to nasty spells like that. But given everything, I’m sure shes still processing too.” Marching up to Morrigan to demand answers was not really the kind of relationship she had with the witch. But she wasn’t feeling like asking her, especially if she knew her son probably would have already asked. “But I’ll have you know the Fae are not pleased. We’re usually the ones undermining people, not the other way around.” she scoffed. That was one thing that displeased her, but it angered her parents even more. “I’ll have to ask the other witches I know. They must have something.”

--- Luna wondered what her parents would think, if they were here to see this. She wasn’t sure if they’d be all that upset about the bond. They’d probably be pleased that she’d actually gone through with it... though displeased with how they all felt about it.

   Actually, her father would probably be more astounded that Luna had just thrown on a ghaghra choli after the festivities, and then wrapped a scarf around herself lazily. He’d be astounded that she’d taken so little care in her dress while seeing her spouses. Or furious that she had barely spent any time with them. But her care for his opinion tended to be forgotten when she was so on edge. 

  Luna shook her head, pulling herself from her thoughts and focusing back on her spouses. She could feel Rowan’s agitation, and she agreed. She couldn’t blame him for leaving immediately after the ceremony. She’d mostly only gone to stop herself from finding and draining someone innocent. “I’ll have the same,” she said after a moment, too worked up to really care what she ate, but also not wanting to be rude and decline.

   She wondered if maybe it would be worth it to just let go of the control she was trying to hold onto. She could maybe justify it. She was angry and she had every right to be. But her cousins still wouldn’t agree. They’d be furious. And what would happen if she did disrupt the peace? All she’d wanted was her family’s safety, after all. Hers had never been as important. 

   She rolled her neck, head tilting as she listened considering Rowan’s question. She watched as Rosalie dried her hair, eyes following the movements, suddenly grateful that at least one of them seemed calm, even though she doubted she was as calm internally as she seemed outwardly. “I’ll ask my family if they can find anything on them. If they don’t have anything, maybe they have friends who do.” They still had the old grimoires, surely there was something, even if it wasn’t something anyone had looked at in a long time. 

   “No, it probably isn’t. The main point of what they did tell us is just to stop us killing each other, so the porambokku already had to tell us about the bond,” Luna bit, tugging her scarf further around her torso as she spoke. “They wouldn’t lay out all of their cards so soon, considering they didn’t bother to tell us that before they’d already forced it.”

Pulling away, she gave a slow nod with a knowing smile. Maybe she wasn’t married yet but family hovering was understandable. In fact Charlotte felt a little bad for the three, how different their lives were going to be from now on. “Ah, they are going through that phase. I’m sure it’ll pass eventually.” Offering some rather upbeat advice before making her way into the kitchen, assuming the brunette would follow. “Well welcome to the humble abode - I think you just missed my mother, she’s been in the wind recently .” Nodding awkwardly, Lottie opening the fridge. “Um…Juice, water, alcohol. Could probably make up something if you’re really in the mood for something special.”

--- usually it was luna hovering and worrying over her family. they were younger and always seemed more fragile. and when they hovered it was usually because she had done something wrong, not because they were worried about her being upset. she nodded, “i know. although, if eventually could come tomorrow, it would be preferable,” she chuckled, following after charlotte into the kitchen. “it’s lovely,” luna smiled, looking around as they walked. “juice sounds good,” she hummed, watching charlotte from the doorway. she bit her lip, “how are you?”

--- She felt too scattered, and everything was beginning to feel like too much. She’d made an attempt to sleep, but sleeping when she was angry never really went well, so she’d eventually opted to skip sleeping altogether and slipped out onto the terrace after an hour of lying on the couch. It wasn’t like she needed to sleep anyways.

   She’d started out reading, focusing on the pages so her mind wouldn’t wander too far, but even trying to focus on the book was too hard, and she found herself letting her thoughts stray to the ceremony, the bond, as she stared out at the city. It wasn’t fair. She’d never wanted attachments, and sure, she’d agreed to the wedding to stay in Rome, to stay with her relatives. But she hadn’t agreed to a soul bond. She hadn’t agreed to anything that would tie her to anyone for the rest of eternity, at least in that way. 

   She tried to force herself not to think about how much she wanted to rip someone’s throat out, and instead made herself focus on the view, on the city, for some time, before finally dragging her attention back to the book she’d grabbed.

   But by morning, she’d dropped the book on a step, not having processed any of the words, and was back to staring out at the city. Her mind was wandering through all of the things she’d done in her youth, and trying to decide if she could get away with repeating some of it here.

   Eventually, she pulled herself away from the edge of the terrace and stepped back inside, stopping in her tracks when she realised that both Rowan and Rosalie were awake already.

— && She was human too. He rocked back on his heels a bit, arms crossing. Poor thing really did get the short end of the stick, it seemed. Basil wished that there was more he could do, but really, everyone in Rome was sort of in this same boat. They were all going to go through this sooner or later- looking down at their hands with little band cemented onto their finger.

    “ I guess they assumed not everyone would play by the rules. “ He sided with a sigh. The whole ‘ bad apple ruining it for the bunch ‘ shtick. But still, that, coupled with immortality, meant that a human was literally stuck with their government assigned partner ( or partners in this case ) for life && then some. 

   But at least Basil && the like got to think it over. They got to get used to the idea && maybe, possible accept it a tiny bit before it happened. This girl && the others were thrown in blind. “ They shouldn’t have done that to any of you. “ He sounded like a broken record, but really, it was hard to get over. How manyone in their right mind thought that any part of this was okay to do to them.

   “ Well. Just for the record- if you’re angry && want to behave that way, no one is going to judge you. – Heck, there’s a bunch of people out there right now, totally peeved, && they don’t even have a ring on their finger yet. “ Surely she did need Basil around, telling her that her feelings were valid, but it just felt like the right thing to say in the moment. Let her know that he didn’t mind being in the same place as her if she needed to yell or get something out of her system. — Maybe talking to your partners would make you feel better about the whole ordeal. Are they nice?? “ It was a childish question, but sound advice never the less. Who would be able to relate more than someone who was in pretty much the same boat?? minus the suddenly long life span part, but still. 

--- Almost nine hundred years and she finally got stuck doing exactly what she’d never wanted. Maybe if she’d been given the time to know them, to care for them, she might have decided she wanted to marry, although she’d likely have been content to simply be with them. Marriage didn’t prove anyone’s love or commitment. It was just another unnecessary attachment.

   “Whether it’s between humans and the supernatural or vampires and witches, this isn’t going to force us all to keep the peace. This just forces new alliances because we have to protect our spouses too now. The people who weren’t willing to play by the rules will still find a way not to.”

   If anyone had told her, when she was still in her twenties, that she’d survive this long only to be thrown into an arranged marriage she couldn’t talk her way out of, she’d have laughed in their face. Even her parents would have agreed with her, that she’d find a way out. “They shouldn’t do it to anyone else. Yet they’ll do it to whoever stays despite it.”

   “Oh, I think I’ll be judged for it by some. Ripping people’s throats out doesn’t usually receive the most positive response,” she hummed. “Not exactly conducive to peace.” Because she knew she wouldn’t feel bad about it after, either. But she wouldn’t risk Rowan and Rosalie, in case they’d be hurt if she got herself into trouble. And her family had made it perfectly clear that violent acts just for the sake of violence wouldn’t be tolerated, and even if they didn’t end her life for it, they would never speak to her again.

   “Oh, they’re quite lovely.” She didn’t know them well enough to say much else. They were attractive and so far, she thought they might have gotten along better if circumstances were different. She certainly wouldn’t have been so awkward if things were different. Maybe. She wasn’t exactly the most sociable person on a good day, either. “We're going to have to talk about it. Won’t be good if we’re tied to each other and we don’t at least try to talk, right?” She couldn’t help but chuckle. “But I don’t know if anything’s going to really make me feel much better about this anytime soon, considering I’ve spent almost nine hundred years trying to avoid attachment. A soul bond is a little bit too much.”

“Oh, no. We wouldn’t want your family to hate you for that.” Rosalie shook her head in amusement. If it had been her family, they probably would have been pleased with the prospect of such violence. It almost seemed like they were more Unseelie than the chaotic faes themselves. “Another time, I suppose, where children aren’t present.” she added in jokingly.

“No? I’d make a very pretty pirate with a hooked hand, then.” she giggled lightly. Though she supposed if her hand had been decapitated, there’s nothing a small bit of Fae magic won’t do to set it right. “Yes, it would. If it had been you, I’m sure it would have blended in and no one would be the wiser.” she jested lightly, referring to Luna’s saree. “It’s a beautiful saree, though. Brings out the color in your eyes.”

--- “The one downside to having my family --- have to hide the violent streaks a little better,” Luna hummed. Although, the years she’d spent away from them, she hadn’t been so careful, and the years they’d spent in the conflicts with the vampires, and then the Blood War, she’d just had to hide it from the kids. “Where the adults I’m related to aren’t there, either,” she chuckled.

 Her eyes scanned around them briefly, wondering if the other two were with the girl but nothing short of surprising her eldest brother was no where to be seen. With little care she gave Luna a welcoming hug before pulling away. "Guess you’ll have to do or now.” She replied with a small nudge. “What’re you doing here? Already need a break from reality.” Charlotte teased, Morrigan was the eldest witch she knew. And probably the great person she’ll ever meet. People coming around was a rarity though. Their family known more or less because of their mother, whatever the woman did in the past Charlotte had no idea but it left their house quiet with only their footsteps echoing it’s halls. “Want something to drink?”

--- luna froze for a second when charlotte hugged her, but relaxed and returned the hug quickly before the witch pulled away. she shrugged, “i suppose. i went to see my family, but they are hovering. so now even the kids know something’s up,” she hummed. she felt bad, really. she knew they were just worried about her, especially considering the way she’d handled or didn’t handle becoming a vampire. and she sort of thought that if circumstances had been different, she wouldn’t have been opposed to being with rowan and rosalie. it was more the marriage and the soul bond that put her off. “and i thought it’d hopefully be a good time to come see you.” she added. “what do you have?”

closed for @likestvrlight​ .

 Korcaris house definitely hadn’t seen this much action since Charlotte was still going through her sneaking out phase. To be fair she was more or less the last kid to  be living with their mother. It was by default the youngest still being around. If you asked anyone in her family was was an actual baby despite her walking and talking – feeding herself so on. A small laugh bubbled from her as she walked by the empty rooms and down to the living area. “Mom?” Lottie called out as she circled the home eventually ending in the front sitting area.

  “Oh hold on is that my new favorite family member?” Lottie teased as she approached the girl.

--- luna had escaped her family’s home as soon as her cousin began to hover, which had alerted the kids that something was wrong, since usually it was luna who hovered and fretted over them. she was still anxious over everything, but considering she didn’t exactly have a way out, she decided she’d just have to make the best of it until they found a way out or decided they actually liked each other... both wouldn’t hurt, either. so in her escape from her cousins, she’d found herself at the korcari’s door, hoping to see charlotte, since she wasn’t sure she was ready to face anyone else at the moment, but she genuinely liked the witch.

   “nope, just me,” luna grinned, standing up as lottie approached her.