#blackviolets

“Why did you do this?”

“Hello...” he greeted the girl. He had seen her around the house several times now and he had no idea who she was. This was odd to him, he knew everyone who lived there and every person dared to enter, but she was a mystery. “Why are you here?”

Michael closed his laptop and stood up, tossing his hair over his shoulder. When he saw who was at his door, his smirk faded. He raised an eyebrow. “Who are you?” He asked her. He hadn’t seen her here before. How did she get here? “Are you one of them?”

It went well, he thought. Most of them were eating it up and the ones who weren’t, Kai was content to deem a lost cause and dismiss. All except one. A girl in the back, standing beside a face he recognized from the last gathering. Her eyes struck him even from this distance. She was listening, he could tell that much, and she wasn’t exactly engaged, but she was thinking, at least. In a calm, reserved, measured sort of way that drove him crazy in his favorite way. When his speech (rant, tirade, whatever you wanna call it) came to a close and the cheering and applause died down, he carefully elbowed his right hand man and gestured with a nod of his head. The two of them started toward the back of the room while the converts talked to the newcomers. As he was silently instructed to do, Gary started chatting up the mystery girl’s companion, distracting so Kai could go right in for the prize. “Kai Anderson,” he said with a bright smile, flipping the switch from fear-mongering politician to something a bit more akin to boy-next-door and offering his hand. “You’re new. What is it that brought you here tonight, Miss...?”

––– –– ‘  YOU AND I ARE  on the same team here  . ’  @blackviolets + cult verse .

The last person Madison expected to see when she walked up to that outpost with Michael and Queenie was Zoe Benson. She remembered the way she'd left her dead on that table and that was an image she couldn't get out of her head. She would have thought about for all those years in hell if there had been time to think about anything other than her own eternal suffering. She had her reasons for not bringing Zoe back but they involved emotions that made her feel weak and she didn't intend to willingly share them with her or anyone else. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips when she saw the other girl standing beside Cordelia and Myrtle. At least while Cordelia was standing. She and Langdon were the only ones to not rush to the Supreme’s side and fuss over her. "Never expected to see you again." She looked around to make sure Kyle wasn't going to run out an attack her. That mutt had killed her once and she wasn't letting it happen again. "Where's your guard dog?" Hopefully, he'd decided to go out and play in traffic. If so at least Zoe hadn’t decided to join him. Could she really get that lucky to have him gone?

[+] She will be pleased to know that she’s passed, he wagers..but the terms on which she has might be of great surprise. There is something she hasn’t mentioned in the duration of this meeting, though it’s plausible that the young witch can’t even recall the moment that cemented her future place in the sanctuary. “I’ve called you back here to announce that you’ve passed, Miss Benson..” A smile will curl the edges of a finely shaped mouth, though there is a consistent, lingering darkness held within that cold gaze, gifted to inspire hope and intimidation in the observer. “I assure you that it is not because of your ancient blood..but rather how you’ve used it.” It’s a cruel touch, the twitch beside that muted grin, rising just as he does, around that desk to perch along the edge before her. “You made a promise, long ago.. The same vow that Ms. Montgomery made inside of that morgue in New Orleans..” ----- “Do you recall that promise, Zoe? The one that granted your dear Kyle a second chance at life?” 

“What do you say? Are you ready to experience true power?”