Smile, sweet, sister, sadistic, surprise, service~!

“I’ve been searching for someone to heal your soul.” Fenrir was certain that Petrichor could do it, but with the way things were between the three of them, he was less inclined to ask. Knowing their brother, it was probably an option already. “Ammit is able to heal your soul, grant you your abilities back. I don’t think it will do anything for your memories, but I am able to fix those, as well. If that’s something you want.” His power had remained unused for a long amount of time. He couldn’t remember the last time he had erased himself from another mind, or looked at what memories were there beneath his fingertips. It was not something he enjoyed; Fenrir held memories dear and close to his heart – they were, after all, one’s final legacy.

“I would’ve found it eventually, you know.” He had plenty of scrying knowledge, and there were many, many witches in Corinth Bay. This would have led him to the knife eventually, had Petrichor not given her up. “You’re a shitty aunt. In fact,” Anders kicked the door shut to his home, standing in front of it now, “you’re a liar. With your whole fucking speech on how you care. If you did, you’d be helping me. That fucking knife needs to be buried with the rest of Fenrir’s bones. You have no fucking idea what’s been done to him, and probably his spirit. So fuck your feelings, and give me the knife.”

“Are you doing alright?” Lucas hadn’t seen the woman in a while, though it was obvious that she and Petrichor were currently estranged. They always had been, and the phoenix took it upon himself to ensure Ptolema was at least not destroying the other half of the city. Moving towards the shifter, he sat down across from her, setting his coffee down on the table. “I meant to check in after the fiasco at the hotel.”

Ptolema is now fully dressed in her new outfit!