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             How many mistakes could she make in a month’s time, Zelda wondered as she summoned all courage to knock on the door. Of course she had thought to bring the babe, now nestled sleepily in her arms, to Dezmelda. Yet she wouldn’t be safe there with her any more than she would be with them should Gryla come down from the mountain again to seek out the motherless child. So here she was, waiting for Faustus to answer, claim his child, and excommunicate her or worse.

Lilith rolled her eyes at Blackwood’s not entirely surprising little temper tantrum. Men always shouted and cried and complained when they didn’t get their way, when the world didn’t...bow to their ever need as it usually did. She sighed, watching him, her blue eyes catching sight of how tightly his hands were fist, and how much he was shaking with barely contained outrage. 

“Sabrina Spellman is many things...intractable, irritating, naive, but she’s not a brat,” That was, at least, one thing in the girl’s favour. “But she has gotten the better of you, hasn’t she? Many times. Or at least thrown a spanner into your works...” Lilith smiled through her words, before continuing. 

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@covetxus​ said:  Carus 

Describe a time your character had epically bad luck.

Zelda could feel her whole-body tense with rage. She was under no false pretence that Faustus was the perfect gentlemen as she had known him practically her whole life, but they had a past together that she thought had earned more respect that what she had gotten. Just thinking of the things, she would put through without any say whatsoever, it made her feel physically sick.

“Mutiny?” Zelda screamed the word at the other before taking a second to breathe because she hated losing her temper, even when it was well aimed. “You really think that in all of this you were in the right? Faustus have you lost your damn mind? Nothing about what you did to me was mercy, you are a coward!”

             These cells could really do with some proper lighting, Zelda mused to herself before a sigh escaped her. Though of course that was the point, to feel and see the darkness up until it came to take hold of you as you rot away in a cell nary larger than a walk-in closet.

             And she knew why she was there, knew she wasn’t entirely innocent but she’d be damned if she were to take her punishment like the obedient little spineless housewife Faustus had cursed her into. No, she may not be innocent, but that cruelty would not be forgiven. But she had to free herself from this damp prison, as well as this odious excuse of a dress. Really what did her husband see in it?

@covetxus​ said: What childhood obsession(s) did your muse have? Is the muse embarrassed of any of these phases?

ooc. Santino was, much like you’d expect it of a young boy, obsessed with knighthood. He was brought up on stories about chivalry, piety and heroism. Naturally the crusades stood front and center. He was taught about the righteousness of violence in God’s name and the legitimacy of holy wars. It never occurred to him that the crusaders could have been doing anything wrong. Closely annexed to this are the stories of the saints and martyrs who he also idealized. 

The...act done, the one that would ensure her own continued survival, Lilith straightened her dress and her hair, doing her best to...already eradicate from her mind the...intimate details of what she’d been driven to do, and moved on instead to fulfilling her end of the bargain. 

“You’ll need to be...entirely relaxed for this...unless, of course, you’d like the Dark Lord to wake up before we’re through”