#rejectedwxtch

Hel had done her best to kick up a fuss, but for once her father wouldn’t budge. And quite obviously, she wasn’t happy with what was happening, the fact that she had no choice. She’d always thought that when the time came, her father would allow her to have a say in who she would be wed to. 

But she had been wrong, and it had already been chosen for her. 

Looking in her mirror, she brushed back a stray hair, before deciding it had been better where it was. Taking as long as she could, she adjusted the sleeves of her dress and the way her necklace sat. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before straightening her back and lifting her chin. 

The door opened, and suddenly the air felt wrong. Hecate had always been able to sense witches, part of the whole goddess of witchcraft thing, but this... this wasn’t right. She did her best to brush it off, wiping the herbs from her hands and stepping out of the back. No use greeting them any differently. 

     Vivianne arrived back at her home, and climbed down off her horse. She tossed the reins to her servant. “Take him back to the stable and feed him for me, will you? My mother has other work for me to attend to with Solomon.” She stated as she started heading towards the back door of her home. “Thank you, Vera.” She called over her shoulder. She could sense that there was another witch in the area all along, but she thought nothing of it. There were always witches in and around her home, as her mother and aunt were the leaders of the coven.

I left my coat here. Erm. Hi. I don’t think I’ve met you before.

Send ‘Please forgive me’ for my muses reaction to your muse lashing out violently and then stopping themselvesrejectedwxtch

Hel flinched back instinctively, but that didn’t hide the fire in her eyes. He was going to hit me. He was actually going to hit me. She couldn’t believe it - she’d never have thought he’d try to hurt her. And then he had been moving to slap her, only stopping at the last minute.