#onewiththeglow

Her death had been far from peaceful, yet in it she found peace. An odd sort of peace but peace nonetheless. Even in knowing that she should be worried- she’d lost her child and her husband was across the world, so far away and blind to the truth- she felt calm. For deep down, she knew that eventually, they’d be reunited. There was nothing to worry. But something had stirred her. Some supernatural event had brought her from the light back down to earth. It was the same force that kept Wilson from transcending from the mortal coil and into her arms and until it was laid to rest, she was left to walk the earth, unseen, unheard, but all-seeing, all-hearing. Most of the time, she stayed with her perturbed husband. Watching him over the course of many years, and watching out for him. His mind was not as sharp as it used to be after all. Over time, she learned she could wander, and she wandered far.

There were things on this earth that she felt drawn to. Like a magnet. Doors opened between her world and that of her still-living husband. People trying to reconnect with the spirits of loved ones or talk to the dead, asking them to prove themselves. Sometimes they responded. Sometimes they didn’t. And sometimes, they invited something else entirely into their realm. Some of the other things that walked this plane with her. And sometimes, they forgot to close the door. This time was different though. Normally, Evelyn was drawn to locations, to gatherings: seances, or haunted places, places of cult sightings, or mediums offering services. But not this time. This time it was a person.

Stefano never thought he’d find himself investigating the crematorium – but there’s a first time for everything, he supposes. Since the downfall of civil society in Union, there’s not really anyone to stop him from poking around where he shouldn’t be, and this seems like a good place to check on.

Every place needs somewhere to dispose of their dead, and he hopes to find some here that have had their funeral services significantly delayed. The Lost are well and good, but they’re so garishly misshapen that they clash with the aesthetic of his work. 

He hears a door creak open and pauses in the middle of lifting a sheet from a gurney. Is someone still here? If so, he’s about to be caught red-handed...not that he’s worried enough to run. He can hear footsteps in the hallway, but he can’t immediately tell if they belong to a person or just another Lost. Either way – it’s not worth giving up until he sees what it is. 

He’d seen her from afar, her pale skin fading in and out the waters. Glowing in bright hues of yellow and green. It seemed to Erl she was a ghost. Wavering like the fitful flame of a lantern. 

 It wasn’t her nakedness that attracted him at first, but the way she swam through the glow. The ripples reflecting off her figure, dancing. He drew himself from the cliff’s edge and skidded off the side. The raider even pulled back their sledgehammer, sheathing it onto his back. No chance he’d let her get scared off by something so simple as a drawn weapon. 

Nobody dared listen to the legends anymore about the natural pool of water, pristine, cool, and refreshing to those who have seen it, waded into it, drank from it. Nobody cared anymore of the countless number of persons that have been reported to the nearby police department in connection to the pool.

That’s how it should be, thought Loki. 

It was easier for the demon to claim new victims without remorse, a joke considering he never had any remorse to begin with. If they weren’t willing to at least respect his domain by giving him an alternative offering prior to using any portion of the water for themselves, then they automatically forfeited an easy offering by default: their lives.

He didn’t claim any lives without using every last inch of their pitiful bodies to keep himself and his domain in the most attractive of states. For example, the pool itself was stagnant, meaning that its water usually never was fed or drained by another waterway. As such, Loki would often use the blood from his victims to replenish any liquid lost in the pool either caused by evaporation or by their attempt to drink from the pool’s water. 

Entirely too long closed starter for @onewiththeglow

It'd been around three years since Rumple had arrived at the Institute. A psychiatric facility that mixed together different types of patients, some more dangerous then others. Not that she had made any real progress, and part of that the doctors attributed to how she looked. Ears too long and pointed, with eyes seeming as if they were pitch black asides from golden motes swirling through them. Obviously fake of course, even if no one knew of a doctor that could make such happen there were always stories of “special” surgeons that could change how people looked. Obviously her eyes and ears were a combination of some strange birth defect, and a surgeon's work. This story of hers being a “Fae” was just silly, and also rather dangerous as it made her live by a set of rules only she seemed to understand. A set of rules which, alas, did not always include not hurting or trying to kill others... or succeeding in killing them.

This particular day she had actually been on a month long streak of good behavior. However Rumple was also starting to get bored which everyone knew could be dangerous both to herself and others so they had assigned her to help with intake processing. If Rumple could be chaotic and dangerous, when behaving properly she was also very good at helping with things.

Sitting in a chair next to a door she hummed softly idly flipping through a random magazine before tilting her head just a touch then looking up as two people came around the corner. One large guard, male, and looking rather bored with one hand around a woman's arm. Rumple blinked before an intrigued and welcoming smile crossed her face as it wasn't every day they got new patients, let alone one as petite as the one being escorted right to her. Quickly standing so the guard wouldn't get annoyed the smile turned into a playful grin for just a moment as realized that the woman was actually even shorter then she was. “Hello there dearie, welcome to...” Unable to finish her speech Rumple's eyes narrowed with a faint flicker of anger as the guard interrupted her.

“Oh shut up, I don't have time for your lesbo shit. Just get her inside, get her stripped, get her showered, then get her dressed. You know the rules, if anything is missed. Anything at all! It's on you.” Glancing at Jo he gave a little shove pushing the girl forwards. “Name is Jochebed or something, likes to be called Jo I guess. Hey, girl. This one here is gonna make sure you get stripped, showered, dressed. Rules ya? Can't bring anything in with you. Don't worry, she might be freaky at times but she's not gonna touch you or hurt you unless you ask her to. Assuming you ain't rude of course, but then you don't seem the type. I'm stepping outside for a smoke. Ya'll got fifteen minutes.”

 It wasn’t often he felt so at home. Far Harbor had been the scene of many tales he’d heard while traveling. From stories of lost boats to monsters that reeled children into it’s fog. Yet when he docked his ship on the local port, it felt like stepping onto familiar land. 

 The boards of the pier creaked his welcome and he smiled. Adon appreciated the scent of salt which filled the air and the ocean’s hissing which echoed deep into the woods. This was a good place. Sacred perhaps. He wondered if his family had ever crossed these shores and blessed them. 

 While he wandered aimlessly through the wilds, he came across what he could only guess was a shrine. Though he couldn’t recognize the idols. As he stepped closer, he noticed someone placing offerings. A woman.