#multusxcastalides

           she had been meaning to give him the amulet since right after they left redcliffe, but it slipped her mind. killing connor had been a difficult decision and alistair was very vocal --- afterwards --- about how upset it made him. they talked about it and, after a while, things seemed to be okay. what troubled lily the most about it was that she couldn’t really bring herself to regret that decision, not when all those people were dying and suffering at the hands of the demon living inside of him.

          still. she killed a child... and she hated herself for it. she hated howe for it --- if not for what he had done to her family, lily wouldn’t even be there. she never would have had to bloody her hands with the life of an innocent. every single life she took was another life on his tab.

          enough, she thought to herself. snap out of it. they were making camp again. it looked like they were close enough to haven, at least, that they wouldn’t need to rest another day before getting there. still, she seized the opportunity to approach him.  ❝ alistair. ❞ morrigan and leliana were not close enough that they could hear them, and they were busy making their own tents. ❝ i forgot to give you this. ❞ she didn’t want to feel so awkward around him.

        ❝ how do you stand him? ❞

        rosalie’s complaint was out of her mouth as soon as she spotted and managed to get close enough to the inquisitor. perhaps she was resting or simply enjoying some alone time, but none of that crossed the youngest rutherford’s mind. she was way too upset at her older brother --- as per usual. 

        ❝ i mean it, inquisitor. he’s the most stubborn, persnickety, work-obsessed person i’ve ever met. it’s unbearable! ❞ granted, she hadn’t met that many people in her short life, but still. rosalie threw herself on the nearest chair, exhaling in outrage, waiting for yvesse to fill the silence. hopefully to agree with her. 

     It’s not the movement from the bed that stirs her into wakefulness after such an eventful night. She doesn’t even notice when the other gets up. No, it’s the sun that pours in from the slit in the curtains as it dances slowly across the bed and lands perfectly on her that gets her eyelids fluttering. The warmth nearly tempts her and lulls her back to sleep but Luna and Shadow have other plans. 

Mother and daughter, a pair of black cats both hop up onto the bed, Luna going directly for Isabelle’s chest and Shadow for her feet. The young black kitten nips at her while her mother purrs, settling onto her usual spot when its feeding time which happens to be Isa’s chest which is covered with the sheets and comforter but otherwise bare. 

A soft groan as the brunette moves a hand to shoo the bothersome creatures away. That’s when they decide to call in reinforcements. Both Diamanti and Rosco trot in, the two wolfhounds coming up on either side of her, Rosco on the floor and Diamanti on the bed as Luna and Shadow bolt for the door and let the dogs have their go at their caretaker. 

“Dia, stop,” Isabelle groans before she suddenly remembers that she had a guest in bed with her just hours before. A small frown as she turns over, seeing the other half of the bed vacant. Odd, she didn’t hear him get up and she doesn’t remember letting him out. 

She grabs her shirt and panties off the ground next to Rosco, slipping them on as she gets up to see if the door is locked but just as she gets into the hallway she catches the scent of coffee. An eyebrow raises as she cautiously ventures toward the kitchen, rounding the corner to see that her guest is, in fact, still here. 

“Morning...”

@multusxcastalides​:  “I won’t go easy on you.”

“Good, cause I’m tired of pretending like I hit like a girl for Barton.” She grinned as the redhead stood before her. She bounced from foot to foot, excitement at being able to spar with Natasha amping her up even more.

      You do what you need to do to get it done. Wise words from her dad were on loop in her head, more important now than perhaps they ever had been. If she and Lev were to have a fighting chance, they had to get to the Fireflies. Their only hope was to get to the Fireflies. Approach the large domed building in Avalon. We’ll find you. That’s what they had told her months ago in the basement of 2425 Constance before everything had gone so wrong. Three months. Three months of torture at the hands of the Rattlers had led to this moment. The fight with Ellie and subsequent mercy had led to this moment. There was an impending sense of relief that was threatening to wash over her but she wouldn’t let it. Not yet. They weren’t there yet.

      Lev’s body lay limp in her arms, the boy too weak to fend for himself. Abby wasn’t any better but the second their boat was on sand, she had him up in her arms and willed herself to make the painful and exhausting last leg of their journey. Even if Lev was the only one that made it, it would be worth it. Lev had to live. She wouldn’t accept anything less than that. Battered and bloodied feet shuffled along the winding road until finally she was in sight of armed guards at a fortified gate that blocked off the road. Their weapons were lowered almost as quickly as they had been trained on her, realizing she was no threat. Instead, they cautiously came to her aid after opening the gate. “What happened to him? Are either of you bitten?” Lev was gently lifted from her arms and Abby finally allowed herself to fall to her knees, the exhaustion taking over as she drew in deep breaths to try and steady herself. “No, no bites. The Rattlers.... we got out. They were attacked, prisoners are fighting back.” That last bit of info seemed to catch their interest and one of them ran back to a Jeep to radio it in. 

      “How did you find us?” The question almost went in one ear and out the other before she forced herself to focus. “Fireflies. I’m a Firefly. Abby from Santa Barbara. 2425 Constance. Ask whoever mans the radio. Just please, help him. is he going to be okay?” Despite blood still seeping from her own wounds, her concern was solely focused on Lev. A sharp whistle rang out from the man at the Jeep as he waved over to his fellow Firefly and for a moment, Abby was taken back to Seattle until snapping herself out of it. Gentle hands helped to lift her up as she and Lev were escorted and loaded into the back of the Jeep for faster travel. It was then that the relief finally started to settle in but she wouldn’t allow herself the full dose until the both of them were okay. 

     THIS ISN’T HOW IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE, she’s not supposed to be on the run. rayne isn’t supposed to be hiding, dodging every possible government agency ( and then some ). she’s supposed to be the one doing the chasing. but here she is, having to hide in a crappy hoodie with hair stuffed under a hat, and sunglasses on to obscure her face.

     she’s resorted to taking back alleys and staying in shitty motels when she can with barely any cash to her name. it’s not supposed to be like this. she didn’t do what they say she did, she isn’t the person they’re making her out to be, but who’s going to believe her?

     innocent people don’t run.

     they do, they run when it’s the only chance they have to clear themselves because once they’re caught it’s guaranteed they’ll never prove their innocence. she doesn’t have a choice. at least she has the skills to stay off the radar.

     someone is on her tail. shoes pound against the pavement, legs burning because they’re begging her to stop. she can’t. stopping is a death sentence. rayne dares to chance a glance behind her only to see the redhead still has her in sight. she has to disappear.

     looking back ahead she notes the street fair and the crowds of people. it’s her best chance, but she doesn’t know if her pursuer is willing to shoot into a crowd. it’s not a chance she can take. rayne can’t put other people in harm’s way even if it means her chances at survival diminish.

@multusxcastalides​ said: 🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing ~(my) Nat for Bucky

Bucky was a bit lost in his thoughts, which happened probably way too often, but it wasn’t as he could do something about it. When he felt a hand over his shoulder, of course, he looked on the wrong side first, then turned back and noticed Natasha, which managed to make him smirk.

“Oh. Really funny, Nat.” He teased before he let a brief chuckle escape his lips. At least, he wasn’t thinking about his victims anymore; she had probably not come to get him out of his thoughts, but he still appreciated it. “Seriously, though, did you want something ?”

@multusxcastalides​ said: 🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse ~(my) Draco for (your) Hermione

Hermione was really invested in her conversation, as usual when she was talking about something she was passionate about, but she couldn’t help but notice Draco rolling his eyes, which made her sigh. She probably should have ignored him, but instead, she faced him.

“I wasn’t even talking to you.” She said before her attention went back to her friends.