#sacrilvgious

Luci has compartmentalized a lot of what she was forced to do when they were contained to their cages in the circus. The witch learned well enough how to try and heal the wounds that were self inflicted, the wounds she knew didn’t have to be there if she would have just said no, been strong enough to fight. But, sometimes they caught up with her when she wasn’t awake to deal with them. Well, now she would tell you they were the only times. Either way, waking up like this with him, thrashing and fighting, tears staining her cheeks, on the second night after they had reunited - it wasn’t a part of the plan. “I’m sorry.” She is repeating the two words over and over again, trying to get a grip, but too scared to let him go in the process.

The grand gesture of it all is no surprise to Melany, she knows her wife. The surprise is in the fact that she wants to make one, even after every argument they had leading up to this point. Her dress wasn’t flashy enough, she’d donated the one that Johanna has left out for her, the wine wasn’t right, a thousand little things to nit pick at one another, and here was her apology. It was enough, it was always enough, because she had learned to read her wife a long, long time ago. A smile tipped her chin up, as she rose from the chair to take the hand that had been held out for her. Turning to the small audience, she waved her free one. “Ladies and gentlemen, and people of the planet, my wife, Johanna Cruz. I hope tonight has been everything you hoped for, because I know it was for her, and I, for one, am honored to have the last dance.” 

Castor is the definition of morally gray, so what would seem like a dramatic length for most people, is not the same for him. He has worn the faces of many people to acquire things for both himself, and the people that he cares about. In game, the only person who currently connects with him enough for this is Alec. Previously, the wanted connection listed in his bio, is competition for the top spot.

Without being asked, he cleared out a drawer for her on her side of the bed, and part of the closet, after he returned. It’s his silent way of saying that he isn’t going anywhere. anymore. If she’s there, she’s a constant, now.