#trvehearted

‘   TITAN ---   alright ,  alright !   i hear you all ,  i get it .   lemme run it back ;            a large fry for hunter ,  kid’s meal for amity  &  a salad for the other --  ( dunno what kinda  WHACKJOB  orders salad from a fast food joint )  -- a  ‘too big’  burger  &  a happy meal for the king ‘a demons ,  a deluxe with a side of stop talking in abbreviations for parker ,  a mcrib for luz .  .  .   ’

. . .   she’s gonna regret asking this .

@trvehearted asked: you look tired. (lilith to camila...perhaps?)

random dialogue prompts

" ay, is it that obvious? i FEEL tired. "

rubbing her temples with her fingertips, camila let herself take a deep breath, trying to force some of the tension out of her shoulders. she had never expected to be caught up in an intense battle of good vs evil in the demon realm ----- but all things considered, she felt she'd handled things pretty well. it wasn't as though there were any books to guide her in regards to this scenario.

luz was happy and safe, as were the people she loved ------ that, more than anything, was the most important thing.

speaking of which...

The sisters for Sabrina​

“Winnie, why does the child smell like the Master?” Mary asked in worry and confusion after taking a deep sniff at the blonde-haired pixie of a child.

“Perhaps he has already had a taste!” Sarah suggested gleefully, “Perhaps she is is a snack!”

Winnie elbowed Sarah in the gut, “Don’t be absurd. Do you not see, sisters? The child...is a witch” She stepped nearer, inspecting Sabrina closer, “Tell me, child; why does such a young witch have the mark of the devil himself?”

“It’s all over her, Winnie,” Mary insisted, “Like a delicious gravy”

@trvehearted​ sent: "I accuse you of not having talked to me after everything fell apart from the witches dual." (from amity! ok it's not lilith's fault but---) 

Accuse My Muse!

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  Oh...Amity. Embarrassment and shame coil around Lilith’s heart - it was true what she said, she hadn’t talked to her after the whole fiasco at the covention. While doing so had been on her mind, there just never had seemed a good time to do so - especially with her sister’s capture, her betrayal of the Emperor and fleeing the coven, trying to get back on her feet after losing what she thought was everything but regaining her true everything - her freedom and family again. But that was no excuse. They knew Amity had looked up to them and once upon a time, while they hadn’t been able to show it, that had truly meant a lot to her as coven leader. There was hardly anything as magical as the trust, awe, and respect of a child - and she had ruined it in a selfish bid to one up her sister. How could she have done that?

  “Amity, I...” She falters on her words, fumbling with her hands uncertainly, nervously. So very unlike the confident, sure-spoken leader she’d once been...or pretended to be. They’re not sure what to say, what they should say, if anything at all - their first instinct is to try to downplay it, but they know now that isn’t what’s right to do. They won’t even try to pin the blame on how Eda clearly antagonized her because it didn’t matter - they had betrayed and hurt Amity, and she deserved a proper apology.

  “I don’t know what words to say to make things right. I don’t know if things could ever be right between us again after what I did, and I understand if...you don’t want to forgive me or have anything to do with me again at all.”

  She hopes her sincerity is clear - she’s even dropping her usual formal way of speaking, though it’s done so unconsciously. She hesitates a moment, then kneels down, meeting Amity on her level - no longer would she look down on her as a pawn to be used, even if that had only been a brief, singular moment in their...arguably limited relationship.

Placing a hand against her cheek the woman hummed in delight, spoon nestled between her lips as the human clearly enjoyed the delicious pastry that had been presented to her.

Most of the stories she grew up with when it came to witches and cooking usually contained the sinister details of a disturbing ingredients list, but this was simply wonderful.

“hey mom,  what’cha making?”   she eventually piped up,  taking a few steps closer so she was now standing beside her,  looking over the counter.   it was still in the beginning stages it seemed,  but now that she was here   ...

“do you want some help?   i mean,  you have already started and all but-”