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Finally our tropes!

Im Raven's Keep, Ravenwood.

*Piep piep*

Elisa: “Ja?”

Katherine: “Hallo Elisa.”

Elisa: “Kathy?!”

Katherine: “Ja…”

Elisa: “Kathy! Bist du es auch wirklich? Ich hab mir solche Sorgen gemacht! Hast du eine neue Nummer?”

Katherine: “Ja… ich hab ein neues Handy bekommen…”

Katherine: “Es tut mir leid, hab ich mich nicht gemeldet. Es war… hast du…”

Elisa: “Die Artikel gelesen? Ja, alle.”

Katherine: “Es tut mir leid. Ich … es ging alles so schnell, weisst du?”

Elisa: “Geht es dir gut?”

Katherine: “Ja… Nein… ich weiss nicht.”

Elisa: “Erzähl Tante Elisa alles. Na los.”

Katherine: “Nun ja… alles fing ja mit Herzog Philipp an. Das hast du ja mitbekommen.”

Elisa: “Sein ominöses Interesse an dir, ja. Jetzt ist mir auch klar, warum er dich nach Ravenwood einlud.”

Katherine: “Er sah mich auf dem Friedhof und hatte direkt einen Verdacht. Und als er genug Beweise hatte, konfrontierte er mich. Aber ich erinnere mich an nichts. Wobei…”

Elisa: “Wobei… was?”

Katherine: “Es gibt einige Dinge, die sind mir eingefallen. Nur wenige. Zum Beispiel mein Papa, dass er Hunde hasst. Es ist alles noch wirr und kommt oft spontan.”

Elisa: “Ich verstehe. Und was passierte dann mit dem Herzog? Oder dem Lord, deinem Ehemann?”

Katherine: “Ich bin abgehauen.”

Elisa: “Abgehauen?”

Katherine: “Ja, abgehauen. Ich verliess Henry und floh quasi mit Amy nach Granite Falls. Weisst du, in diese Hütte, in welcher wir oft mit Maggie und Thomas waren.”

Elisa: “Ich erinnere mich. Ein Jahr waren meine Familie und ich ja mit dabei. Und was geschah dann?”

Katherine: “Dann traf ich auf Lilian. Seine Ex-Verlobte. Sie drohte mir quasi. Oder eher warnte mich. Ich solle mich fernhalten. Weil man mich damals schon umbringen wollte und es wäre sicherer, wenn ich nicht wiederauferstehe.”

Elisa: “So ein Blödsinn! Und dann? Offensichtlich hast du dich nicht ferngehalten.”

Katherine: “Dann tauchte … Andrew… auf.”

Elisa: “Andrew. Wie du seinen Namen aussprichst. Ich vermute, er weiss nichts von Lilians Besuch?”

Katherine: “Ja. Ich meine, er sah mich nach 13 Jahren das erste Mal wieder. Amy nannte ihn direkt Papa. Sollte ich ihm direkt erzählen, dass seine Ex mich aufsuchte? Wer weiss, woher sie wusste, wo ich mich aufhielt.”

Elisa: “Und nun bist du in Ravenwood, ja? Wie läufts mit dem Lord? Immerhin seid ihr verheiratet. Läuft da was?”

Katherine: “Elisa! Ich kenne ihn nicht. Also, ja doch, aber … es ist alles wirr, verschwommen. Ich träume oft von einer Hochzeit, oder von irgendwelche Momenten. Ich weiss jedoch nicht, ob sie wahr sind.”

Elisa: “Das wird schon. Gib dir Zeit.”

Katherine: “Das sagt mir jeder. Aber dich habe ich einfach verlassen. Ohne ein Wort.”

Elisa: “Na und? Man erfährt nicht jeden Tag, dass man die verstorbene Lady von Ravenwood ist. Ich bin dir nicht böse.”

Katherine: “Da bin ich froh. Ich hätte nicht mit umgehen können, wenn du mich hasst.”

Elisa: “Ich könnte dich nie hassen. Versprich mir nur, dass wir uns bald wiedersehen, ja?”

*Klopf klopf*

Katherine: “Versprochen. Du, es hat geklopft… Ja, herein?”

Andrew: “Bist du soweit? Deine Eltern sind da. Samuel packt bereits Emilias Tasche ins Auto. Und deine Mutter wartet in unserem Wagen.”

Katherine: “Ja, nur noch mein Mantel.”

Andrew: “Natürlich. Ich warte draussen auf dich. Gut siehst du aus.”

Katherine: “Danke…”

Katherine: “Elisa? Ich muss los. Tut mir leid.”

*Tut tut tut*

Serene Bailey-Moon 💋

Beverley Hill's wildest It Girl in the making.

Being the daughter of music icon Thorn Bailey and bestselling author Octavia Moon means Serene's been famous since she was born. VIP sections, red carpets, music festivals and celeb parties? Just another Tuesday.

✨ PAST ✨

🌌 When Promises Still Mattered… 🌌 (Memory)

Schmoon sits sadly on the rooftop when Cassian quietly joins her.

Cassian:“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you…”

Schmoon:“We’re just fighting all the time… I don’t even know if any of this makes sense anymore.” 😔

Cassian frowns, frustration in his voice:

“It’s Gideon’s fault. He’s been acting strange for days… I need to talk to him. But for now—come on, smile again. We’ll get through this, okay?”

He pulls a cheeky gesture 😏 and Schmoon can’t help but laugh. 💫

Then he stands up, takes her hand, and lifts her with him:

Cassian:“I promise you, everything will work out. I promise—and I’ll do anything to make it happen!” 🖤

🌌 Als Versprechen noch zählten… 🌌 (Erinnerung)

Schmoon sitzt traurig auf dem Dach, als Cassian sich neben sie setzt.

Cassian: „Tut mir leid, ich wollte dich nicht so anschreien…“ Schmoon: „Wir streiten nur noch… ich weiß nicht mal, ob das alles noch einen Sinn macht.“ 😔

Cassian verzieht das Gesicht: „Gideon ist schuld, dass wir uns nur streiten. Er benimmt sich seit Tagen komisch… Ich muss dringend mit ihm reden! Aber jetzt – lach doch mal wieder. Wir schaffen das schon, okay?“

Mit einer frechen Geste 😏 bringt er sie zum Lachen. 💫 Dann steht er auf, zieht sie hoch und sagt:

Selene: the storm. Eryx: the harbor. She curled beside him, tired and messy and soft, and all she wanted was him. 💬 “Missed you.” 💬 “I’m right here.” 💬 “You show up for me. Every day. You already won.” She worried about magic. About failing. About being too much. And he? He never doubted her for a second. 📖 He read. 🩷 She melted. And somewhere in the warmth of that room— without saying it out loud— they were already halfway in love.

A Visit Wrapped in Grandma’s Love🫂

Even though I was supposed to be asleep, I could hear the front door open from my room. Our house is so tiny that every sound travels, so of course my curiosity wouldn’t let me stay in bed. I peeked through the cracked door just enough to see Dad standing in his work clothes and Grandma right in front of him. Dad sounded surprised and confused as he asked, “Hi mom… why are you here so late? I just got out of work and Journey is asleep. Is something wrong?

Grandma smiled that soft smile and said, i didnt know something had to be wrong for me to check on my son and granddaughter?

From my doorway, I saw Dad laugh a little that tired but happy laugh he only does with Grandma . He leaned in and kissed her cheek. It made her smile big, the way she always does when she’s pretending she’s not worried.

I heard Dad say, kinda low, We’re adjusting, Mom. Journey mentioned a girl she met at school, so it seems to be going well. Work is work. Same stuff, different day.

Grandma didn’t even let him finish before giving him that look the one that sees straight through people.

Your mother knows when you’re lying, Hugh, she said quietly. I hope you’re doing okay, sweetie. You’ve been so focused on work and Journey… when are you gonna focus on you?

I almost gasped, but I covered my mouth just in time. Dad never talks about himself, so hearing Grandma call him out made me freeze like a statue. I wasn’t supposed to be listening but.. now I really wanted to hear what he’d say next. I knew that tone it meant she missed us.

I leaned closer to my doorway when Grandma’s voice got quieter like she didn’t want the whole house hearing her. I could barely see them from the crack, but I could hear every word. Dad sounded tired, but strong, in that way he does when he’s trying to act like everything’s okay.

Ma… I know you worry. But right now, everything I do is for Journey. I’m trying to get this promotion so one day we can move into a real house our own place. A place I worked hard for… somewhere she can make her own memories, not just inherit mine. She’s my whole world. I don’t have the time or the space for anything else or anyone else right now. She needs me.

Grandma sighed softly like she already knew he felt that way. Oh Hugh… I love how much you love that little girl. But baby, you can’t pour from an empty cup. Your grandmother used to tell you that, remember? You have to take care of yourself too. Me, dad and ur siblings have always been here. And we’ll keep showing up for you and for Journey.

Hearing them talk made my stomach feel weird like a tiny flip. I didn’t understand everything they were saying, but I knew it mattered. So I leaned in even closer trying not to breathe too loud, just so I wouldn’t miss a single word.

I pressed my ear closer to the crack in my doorway, curious. Dad never talks about my mom… not like this. I wanted to hear every word.

Mom I love you and I get you’re concerned, but we are truly okay and I’m truly okay. When the time is right, things will fall together, don’t worry about me. I’m doing a lot of self-healing after everything that happened with Journey’s mom, I loved her. I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with her. We were excited for Journey, we had plans for our future but God had other plans. even though I’ll never understand, but I’ve had to accept it. I continue to heal every day.Mom.. Journey is the last part I have of her, and I won’t ruin that.

I held my breath. I’d never heard him say any of that before. I curled my toes into the carpet and leaned even closer trying to picture how much they loved each other.

Hugh just because you focus on yourself doesn’t mean you love Journey any less. Healing is good and taking your time is good. But it’s been 12 years since her passing don’t you think it might be time to think about marriage? Maybe a mother figure for Journey? She’s getting older. There are things you’re not going to be able to teach her. There will be moments she needs a woman’s voice a woman’s comfort.She needs a mother, Hugh.

My eyes widened. Marriage? A mother figure?I hugged my pillow tight, not sure if I should feel scared, confused, or hopeful. I stayed completely still so they wouldn’t hear me listening.

I pressed my ear closer to my doorway again. Grandma’s voice got louder this time she sounded playful, like she was trying to get under Dad’s skin just a little. Hugh, baby a wife wouldn’t hurt you, you know. Someone to balance out that stubborn head of yours. Dad let out that tired laugh he does when he’s pretending everything’s normal.

Ma, I can barely keep up with Journey, he said. She’s twelve going on twenty-five. We bump heads every other day. The last thing I need is adding somebody new into this circus.

Grandma chuckled like she already knew he’d say that. I’m not saying get married tomorrow. I’m just saying don’t shut the door on the idea. And maybe Journey would enjoy a home-cooked meal that didn’t come in a paper bag. Dad groaned loudly and I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing.

Ma! Don’t start. I cook sometimes he said sounding offended. Grandma didn’t even blink. That one time you burned pancakes does not count, Hugh. I swear I could feel him roll his eyes from the hallway. Then her voice softened. Anyway I brought you and Journey a casserole for the week. Real food. You’re welcome. Dad paused quieter now. Thank you, Ma. I smiled to myself. Even if he pretends he’s fine on his own he really needs her and honestly So do I.

Grandma was still teasing Dad about wives and casseroles when he suddenly cleared his throat the way he does when he wants to switch the topic fast. Alright, Ma… enough about marriage he said rubbing his hands together. I still got that big project at work to finish. If I nail this it might finally get me that promotion we’ve been talking about. Grandma’s face softened and she nodded like she’ has been waiting for him to say something about himself for once. I know you will Hugh. You have always been a hard worker. I’m proud of you, baby.

Round 1: Lothario  Don is Pleasantview’s casanova with many women on the go, despite him being engaged to the famous heiress to the Goth fortune, Casandra. Is his love for her genuine or is it just another one of his conquests with more benefits attached? Will he ever be able to sort out his feelings for Nina, and will a stupid mistake he carelessly made be the end of his plans to secure a place in the goth family? 

“Okay, just open your mouth for me, I just need to check the back of your throat to make sure nothing is swollen” Don knew there was some sort of sexual joke he could have made but, he chose to remain professional despite being very attracted to Mrs. Cynthia Kim. He knew that there were a few more patients he’d have to look after before he could get home and get ready for the night he had planned with Kaylyn, he just had to get to 6pm for his shift to end. 

When Kaylynn arrived at his house, Don knew that it wouldn't take much to get her upstairs into his bed or hot tub or both, if he was lucky. He had been taking advantage of his freedom a lot more lately due to the fact that he knew he’d have to be a lot more careful after he’d have to play the role of a doting husband, so he didn’t waste much time before buttering up Kaylynn. Don just hoped she wouldn’t bring up “the talk” again to kill the vibe. 

“Don, you’re one of the most important people in my life, I hope you know that” Kaylynn professed to Don as they were getting cozy in the hot tub. Don never knew how to respond to Kaylynn’s deep thoughts about them, he barely knew how to respond to her questions about what they were let alone tell her how he feels or didn’t feel about her.. 

“Yeah, you’re important to me too, baby girl.” “But, how come-” “Lets just focus on the moment, shall we?” 

And with that, he shut her up for the time being, finally getting what he had been thinking about all day.  

It wasn’t long though before Kaylynn persisted on the topic of “them”... “Don, this has been going on since we were seniors in college, you know how I feel about you, and you still insist on keeping it a secret, you’re starting to remind me of another man I shall not mention…” “First of all Kaylynn, you knew from the start what this was. You know that my priorities are elsewhere and that I’m an engaged man.” 

“Yeah… you never fail to mention that ... .Well, I don’t know how often you’ll see me from now on. This has been nice, but I deserve to be treated like a priority.” 

Don paused for a second, thinking about this… he knew his feelings for Kaylynn were real, but he also knew his feelings for Nina were very real… let alone how he felt about Cas. but, the idea of losing Kaylynn tugged at his heart.. This had been someone who he felt knew him better than anyone, even though he’d been with Nina since they were teenagers.. She understood their situation. Despite Kaylynn knowing their situation and saying she understood, he knew that she always hoped that it would be more, and he took advantage of it even if he never wanted to admit that to himself, or her of course.  “Listen Kaylynn, you know I care about you and what we have is real, but I can’t just break off my engagement to Cas. You can’t expect that of me, I was clear from the start what this was. If you need to walk away and this be our last time, I understand. I will miss you and that fine ass of yours though." "Whatever Don....so be it" With that said, Kaylynn turned around and went to bed, leaving Don sitting on the bed not sure of how he was going to handle losing the one girl he always had in his back pocket.

Don tried to paint this in a positive light, one less relationship he’d have to juggle, one less secret he’d have to worry about Casandra finding out about. Sure he’d miss Kaylynn, but didn’t she already have that Pleasant guy she’d been fooling around with? He knew he should probably get to bed, Cas was going to be coming over to discuss some wedding things in the morning and he knew that he’d have to be on full attention to avoid her nagging him.