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“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. 

Rhea purses her lips and you can tell she is in deep thought. “A childhood memory?” She asked, trying to skim over all the childhood memories she had made throughout the years. Rhea places her coffee on the table in front of her and gives you a wicked grin,”Ever been to Greece?” She asked so nonchalant.  “Greece is where I’m from,” Rhea starts, finally taking a sip from her cup,”Greece is where my parents died, too. But I don’t want to hear the pity.. I was too young to even remember their faces.” She begins chewing on her lower lip, trying to recall that exact day she was found by her tribe. “But it was only a month later a group found me and took me in. I remember all their faces. They’d found me on the beach, huddled up by a dying fire. I couldn’t tell you how I survived that month alone but...” Rhea widens her arms and chuckles,”...here I am! I remember them shoveling me into all their arms, rubbing oils on me that smelt of rosemary and lavender. I remember feeling my hair being brushed for the first time. They’d given me lamb and rice for my first night and I devoured that sucker down quicker than the werewolf next to me.” A small giggle escaped her lips.”My childhood isn’t all that important, I’m afraid.” Rhea’s eyes glazed over and she zones out before pulling herself back with the last sip of coffee.”Time to make some new memories.” Her voice was shallow but a hint of hope danced through her words.

“A siren, huh?” Rhea’s face lit up. While merfolk were a species she’d encountered a couple of times throughout her travels, a siren had never landed themselves in front of her. Rhea had heard tales of what the species could do and everything in her body felt like electricity when the man made himself known to her. Her eyes flickered back and forth, studying the body in front of her. He seemed so young and fragile but Rhea was the last person to ever judge a book by its cover. Curiosity and interest coursed through her veins,”I didn’t recall this being a museum,” Rhea began, leaning in closer to his ear as people passed them quickly in the streets,”so what is a work of art doing in the middle of a busy street?” She ended it with confidence, trying her hardest not to erupt into laughter at her own joke. Rhea could only imagine the mechanism of his whole structure. Being able to control others with just the sound of your voice? Mesmerizing. 

“Doll,” Rhea begin, leaning back and examining her ‘artwork’. How could anyone ever trust her to apply makeup, of all things, to their face? While she was handy with a paintbrush and a dagger, and might of had great aim with a bow -- Rhea was naive and ignorant when it came to makeup. “I just don’t even think you need makeup, y’know?” She tried to weasel her way out of it. It wasn’t bad, though. Rhea was able to match Morrigan’s skin tone with the tone of the concealer and base and fill in her eyebrows properly. But her eyes? What would Rhea even do with her eyes? Morrigan could probably read Rhea’s face quite easily and understand that she had no idea what she was doing. Rhea might sport a lip here and there and flood her eyelashes with mascara but she never was taught how to apply eye-shadow or blush or contour? What even was contour? Taking a deep breath in and slowly letting it slip through her lips, Rhea picked up the mascara and awkwardly held it out in front of her,”I just feel like I’m going to completely stab your eye out.” And everyone who’d given the witch their love and adoration would be after Rhea’s throat. Definitely not chancing it. “You want to know what sounds a lot better than this?” Rhea asked, her eyebrows raised and her head shaking ‘yes’ ever so slightly,”Let’s just buy five bottles of wine and then your makeup won’t even matter.. yeah?” 

oh no ! guys ! i’m so stupid ! someone yell at a bitch ! i completely forgot about our meme/honesty weekend. can you tell my brain’s like ??

MEMBERS, you are now able to start posting your honesty hours and i’ll make sure to reblog a few memes to @bloodwedstuff for you to reblog from ! so sorry about that, and make sure if you’re participating, you’re sending shit out too !