cordelia goode

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                    “   HOW   IS   IT   that   your   eyes   can   be   different   every   time   i   see   you   ,   and   somehow   i   still   find   myself   missin’   ‘em   whenever   we’re   apart   ?   it   don’t   make   much   sense   ,   i   know   ,   but   it   doesn’t   feel   strange   to   say   .   ”

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                    “   I   WAS   WONDERING   when   you   might   show   up   .   welcome   back   .   ”

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                    “   MISS   CORDELIA   !!   ”   she   surges   forward   ,   arms   outstretched   .   “   you’re   back   !   ”

/ * @supremegoode ♡’d for a random lyric starter | Shake It Out by Florence + the Machine

               “ It’s always darkest before the dawn. ”       SURE,   it’s an unsolicited comment by all means, but it was something. He can’t help himself ; the blonde looks so distraught today. He doesn’t know her – only her name, from the few times she orders tea.   CORDELIA.   She’s a regular, sent here nearly once a week to pick up freshly baked bread. She’s mysterious, with a flourish to her that only draws him in. Although they’ve had light and friendly small talk before, something pulls him to her – to show an ounce of care. Maybe she needs it, who knows ?   And maybe he wants to know her.

MARCH LEANS BACK IN HIS CHAIR ,  spine straight as he stares up at her , up into her eyes .  no , not an ordinary witch  ———  the witch .  he cants his head , unblinking eyes staring into her very core .  her aura shines with white and gold ; the mystical arts shimmer like the sun shining on a coin .  he smiles , and it’s sinister , the meeting of it with his eyes null as he gestures for her to sit opposite .  ❛❛    no , i would say not ,      ❜❜  he says , deep croon comforting but dangerous .  ❛❛     why have you come for her ?     ❜❜  he picks up his cigarette case , plucking one out for himself .

                                                  satan has one son,                                                                                         but my sisters are LEGION,                                                                                            m o t h e r f u c k e r !

GLASS CAGE

You feel disconnected from the world around you. You can see everything, everyone can see you, but you’re not really there. No one can really communicate with you, can they? You’re isolated, even when you’re around people you’re alone. You want desperately to be close to someone, but you’re afraid of what will happen if you shatter your glass prison. You don’t want to let someone in, you don’t want to leave, and it’s a constant battle of your own will.

It’s easier to be alone, where no one can hurt you… Isn’t it?

“i don’t know how to do that,” it feels like a pitiful, far too stubborn answer, and he’s quick to attempt to hide his embarrassment behind another sip of tea. “i… i mean, i’m not very strong. it scares me… but i want to try if i can.”

she doesn’t want special recognition ;  she isn’t doing this to prove anything. she’s doing this because the youngest pupil’s heart broke in two to see an animal wounded. the swallow has a broken wing. “i can heal it!” she says, begs, when the soft timbre of THE SUPREME makes her ears quirk upward. mary can already FEEL the blood dripping from her own nose in consequence, but the little girl concentrates all the same. tiny hands are over the wound as she rocks back and forth. it takes all of five minuets before the swallow is back on it’s feet, fluttering its wings, preening. soon, it soars! mary turns around, nose crimson, her whole body shaking like a leaf but those brown eyes are bright as ever. SOMEWHAT. there’s pride and exhaustion all in one measure as she does her best to gulp for air. “i—i had to save it!”

Before the words even leave her mouth, she knows her girls are too stubborn to not save an injured bird, and of course, like clockwork, Mary doesn’t even flinch at her words. Some part of her is proud. Cordelia’s worked all her years at the academy in the hopes that these would be the kind of girls that would become the future of the coven, but another part of her can’t ignore the growing dribble of blood falling from Mary’s nose. She takes another step toward the girl and prepares to intervene. However, between held breaths, the swallow is quickly back on its feet and Cordelia can finally breathe normally again. 

@supremegoode sc

▌█ ∵   🔮 ∵ █ ▌ Mystic, not witch, no gifts outside what was used in the show, nothing like what these other girls had. Jimmy thought it was best to meet them and she obliged only due to what she had seen. Dark, fearful future, oh why must you come when things are so peaceful, these girls could help. She would hide, she always hid perks of past meant she was good at it, she was working to be better, sweet girl knew she could be, he taught her that and hopefully, these women would believe her. ❝ A changing tide is coming for you and this house. I wanted to offer what I saw. I know your girls have gifts like mystics but I fear none have seen what I have. ❞ Moment as she sat at table hues held in crystal ball, arranged earlier by phone, this was important. Ashes, and blonde hair a boy rises from darkness and death, he takes what he wants and leaves the weak in the dust including the witches. She needed to save them, she needed to save people.❝ I see a boy, who will bring nothing but ashes and darkness. He will take things from you, and give you things that will cause your heart to swell. But in the end he will have more power than any of these witches, however, I see a girl who can rise to power with your blessing and save you all. She has yet to arrive but you need to protect her when she does. She is the key to all of humanity surviving.❞

          There was a hesitance at first. Witches and mystics, although closely linked in power, we’re never known to work together. From what Fiona had made her to believe, most were fake. It seemed silly as Supreme to cast such harsh judgment on a clearly struggling young woman, but the words coming out of the other seemed laughable to Cordelia. No, it wasn’t the impending doom that made her turn her nose up at the other. Witch history is littered with men trying to take them down and that was why she could barely get herself to listen. It was such a parlor trick, spewing some vague end-of-the-world nonsense, so someone would pay more to know what they could do to stop it. 

            The witch is brave, staying here for as long as she has even after all of her attempts to rescue Queenie had proven fruitless. It was only a matter of time before one of them wanted to lay claim to her soul, if James didn’t beat them all to it.

            “Twenty-three years. One of those was by choice.”

          As soon as she locks eyes with the other, she nearly shudders. There’s something about the ever flowing tears coming from somber eyes that sends a chill down her spine. She knew this place was a sick, dark, twisted place from the moment she walked in. She could feel it, but now, sat before this woman, she finally sees the true emptiness that a place like this can burden someone with. 

“I don’t know why I keep doing what I’m doing… I need help.”

@supremegoode   /   sc.

look at these rare delia smiles