#pseughost

her influence extends as far as the bushes are allowed to grow, vines weave in and around any fences and choke out any other plant life they may be able to grow around. the flowers are delicate, they require care in order to thrive, but are terribly invasive when allowed to grow unchecked.

faith tends to these bushes now, humming faintly to herself, pruning dying leaves, as donovan appears on the horizon. she waves. the flowers seem to wave with her.

@pseughost said: somebody would like to know why salem is ignoring his calls :/

Well maybe it has something to do with the fact Donovan is a cult leader?

But he has been the whole time, hasn't he? Hawk had been practically screaming it from the rooftops since they met. It's only now that he's learned some of what Donnie is capable of. It's only now that he believes Hawk when he says it.

He can’t ignore him forever though, he knows that. The man has paid for most of his life — and he’s a faerie after all, no need to get him more agitated than he already surely is. He can lean on his excuses if he needs to. He’s got plenty of them right now.

The next time his phone rings and he sees it’s him, Salem debates letting it go to voicemail again – deal with it tomorrow has always been his approach after all, until tomorrow comes. Then deal with it the day after that. Willow sleeps, finally, and Salem manages to squeeze out from under her and sneak out the room. He finally answers the phone.

     “ …Hey Donnie, ”     he says softly, taking careful, light steps down the hall. The sun had long since set in London — it must only be late afternoon in San Francisco. Salem sounds exhausted.

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He wasn’t sure what had happened; 

There were too many monsters for him to take on by himself, and so he was running -- running as fast as he could. The forest was dense, and soon it became unrecognizable to him, but he had no time to stop and try to find his way; the monsters didn’t care what their surroundings looked like, so long as they laid waste to the poor boy. They surrounded him, weapons at the ready; Link tried his best to hold his own, but a swift strike  to the side of his head sent him to the ground. 

Or at least, that’s what he thinks happened.

The rest from there had become even more spotty; he remembers clawing to his feet and staggering away, dipping behind a tree and leaning against the unfamiliar bark, feeling the chill of water cooled by an early spring morning, the splitting pain radiating from his right temple.

     “ Will you take me to Scotland sometime? I’ve always wanted to go and I think you would be just the best tour guide... ”

Character: Lillie Watson

She was home from school for the weekend, her room bathed in the lights of the Los Angeles night. Sprawled on her bed, Lillie gazed up at the ceiling as she watched the neon flash and fade on the white surface. She could feel it -- the crawling under her skin -- like something was just itching to be released. Tears pricked her eyes. No, you’ve been so good, Lillie, you can’t do this now. Her heart starts to race, her breath coming in short bursts, hands shaking violently at her sides. Why now? She has to do something about this.

Before she thinks about what she’s doing, she’s flinging herself out of bed and redressing in the clothes she wore that day, not bothering with tying her shoes but instead tucking the laces into them. Only when she was out in the living room, pulling Casey’s house key off of his key-ring did she stop and think about what she was doing. Only then did she start weighing her options -- stay at home and risk being stupid and waking up her family and worrying them, or go to him. She made sure to have her phone on her before she left the apartment.

Tallah had once shown her the forest -- Cato’s forest -- and told her about it and how it works, that she can use it if she ever needed. Just get hopelessly lost, and then think of where you wish to go, and you’ll be there! Her lungs burned as she sprinted past foliage and trees, keeping his name in the forefront of her mind. Was it because she was trying to make sure she completed the ritual of the forest right, or was it because his name brought her comfort?

Focused so intently on the person that resided within the place she sought, she didn’t realize the gradual transition to farmland until she was running past the animal enclosures and the barn. Forfeiting all of her normal manners, she lets herself into the main house, through the hallways until she finds his door. She froze. What if he didn’t want to see her? Centering herself, she cracked the door open, stepping in as quietly as she could despite labored breathing. 

She has made a habit of sleeping with Donovan every night, and so the nights that he is gone, she gets very poor sleep. But he is coming home tonight, to the ranch, that is. And he is likely to be staying home, at least for a couple of days, and she was ready. She had lit every candle in his room, lit incense, pulled out some of they books they have been reading together. She was now sprawled on his bed in a pink satin robe, thumbing through the pages of a book idly. 

And then she heard his voice from down the hall. Her heart fluttered in her chest.

And then he opened the door.

     THIS IS something very strange with her: she knows what certain places, items and traditions are thanks to books, but she has never seen them in real life before. Think of casinos, for instance. Luxurious buildings where men and women play to win or lose (mostly lose, according to her sources) money, reaching peaks of joy and pits of despair. An interesting concept, sure, but only for someone who has not been sucked into and ruined by this world. She knows little of the pain it brings. She has never experienced it - and probably never will. Gambling does not hold much importance to a creature uninterested in money and wealth.

     This place, though, intrigues her nonetheless.